As soon as I walked through the front door, I almost ran to
my room to cuddle my pillows - without paying any attention to where I dropped
my jacket, left my shoes or if I needed to turn the lights on. At that moment,
nothing really mattered – I only wanted to feel soft blue pillows on my crying
cheeks. That was the unique moment where the little boy who lives deep in my
heart decided to walk out from my heart and show his flawless face in reflection
of falling tears.
For hours my body lay
down without a determination to move even an inch. Whoever was looking at me at
that moment from the top of the Mount Olympus, quite precisely could see a
human body that had seemingly lost its soul. Momentarily, the whole human world
didn’t exist for my eyes, hands or always smiling face – it has gone into dark
abyss. But unlike my dying body, my mind was in heaven. I saw myself sitting in
the garden, watching the blue sky during the warm day like having tea in my
family home.
That moment was so essential for me, for my soul which becoming
weaker virtually every morning. Thus, I don’t know how many more sunsets my
eyes would welcome together with open arms as well as how many more chances to
visit my beautiful green woodland I would get from the Oracle......
I haven’t started smiling yet, but at least my heart is
beating again!
