A thick fog covers the ground, the houses, the bodies. Lost
in the white fog, they look
ghostly. They look like shadows from an unreal, imaginary world. Only the red
of the ripe to bloody rose hips illuminates the fog and reminds of itself. It reminiscents of
the thorns, ready to defend themselves from the shadows. Pain is the one that
makes us remember who we are.
The fog slowly rises from the ground, and the red rose hips cover the blood
flowing from the thorns.
The shadows of the houses, the bodies and the shadows of the souls swap the
places of concepts and meaning. Turning the immortality of the spirit into
something hard to achieve. Turning love into a useless occupation.
Because.
I want love. And you offer me security.
You want love. And I offer you respect.
I want you to be fair. But you are afraid to stand on the side of the
truth.
You want me to be honest with you. But I offer courtesy to you.
I want sincerity. And you offer me a pretense.
You want me to be independent with fighting spirit. And I offer you chains.
I want your presence. And you offer me your body.
You want to communicate with my soul. And I offer you my warm body.
I want you to be compassionate to me. But you offer me indifference.
You want me to feel your pain. But I am too small to bear the pain of the
whole universe.
I want to feel the greatness of your mind. And you offer me empty
entertainment.
You want to touch the power of my spirit. And I offer you a beautiful face.
I want to feel that I can trust you. And you surprise me with betrayal.
You want to make sure you can trust me. And I'm full of hesitations and doubts.
I want to experience your laughter. But you can only offer me tears.
You want me to be your careless inspiration. But I am full of suffering and
hardly achievable happiness.
I want you to fight for my love. But you are not so strong and inspired.
You want me to promise you eternal love. But I'm not so brave and
desperate.
I'm looking for your defense. But you are obsessed with your own emptiness.
You want me to forget my pride. But my dignity is what keeps me alive.
I want you to be open with me. But you're afraid of the crucifixion.
You want to feel God's mercy through me. But I am hard-hearted and cruel.