Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Yunalesca - A public love letter

Sometimes, I have this feeling... you all know how hard is for me to know exactly what I'm feeling. I get this feeling for someone, that I can’t precisely put a name on it. It’s a sense... of vastness... the same sense of vastness that is produced by suddenly lying down on the floor and looking up to the immense celestial vault. It’s all so big; it’s all so magnificent... so out of grasp.

A careful study of scientist through history will result in many of them, if not all of them, reaching to out god when they found themselves at the very edge of their knowledge... they all at some point called upon god, because their understanding of the world was limited... there must be some divine, greater than life, force behind it.
Now, of course it’s easy, if not common, to get this feeling when looking at the stars, the movement of the planets, the tide and waves of the ocean. All of these things... of course produce this overwhelming, tear filling emotion.
However, I dare now say I have found it somewhere else.... and odd place.
Sometime around winter 2007 I went online to a certain forum and search for Yunalesca there. 88 messages he had posted since 2003, a fact that I had quickly forgotten. Almost a year later, I had fallen in love with this very Yunalesca. I fell, in love with the sweet prince. And in certain occasions I had felt this vertiginous feeling I'm talking about inside me when thinking too much about him, or talking to him... yet I think I never dared faced my fear and looked straight at it. I had always took a deep breath and recoiled.
But something happened a week ago. An emotion this big, so vast had been approaching for almost a week.
I know... this sound insane, but I swear I have been having the feeling I'm going to feel something... But that's how it was... I knew it was coming,
When my heart broke oh so very easily with silence... I wondered if I had gone insane. Then, when later something like picking up the phone felt like being spit on the face... I knew it was probably the very end of emotions that was coming near.
Then after almost 12 hours together and not talking and hating and fighting, a single hug erased it all and fixed it all... then when he jumped excited after seeing the batman toys on burger king and when he joined me to buy superwoman... and listened carefully for a story that did not make much sense. Then... I knew it was something spectacular.
I should have seen it coming... when while I was going for a coke while he waited for the sandwich it seemed like an awful distance to be apart from. Should’ve seen it coming, when he and I agreed we wanted the same thing on the food court XD or when we were looking for an exotic dish... and it turned out to be a panzerotti... (I think I cannot think about that situation and smile with all my heart.)
I probably should have known I was going to miss him 24/7 without rest or sleep... when I saw him getting drenched in the park, or how he laughed at me falling down in the fountain (I really did fall down unintentionally) and how incredibly hot he looked switching pants on the Emo store.
I was sure I was going to explode emotionally soon when I was looking straight into his eyes at night, like I did on the ride back home and when you chuckled every time I lost my wallet. And with the surprised eyes you stared at me because I was oh so drunk... and how comfortable his lap was while he played videogames.
And when you looked down to the floor when I saw you wearing you Ben10 boxers in the shower.
Today I went back to this forum... and looked at the 88 messages he had written there. And it hit me.
He. Exists.
He was there before me.
He is there without me...
He is unreachable.
All this messages written long before he came into my life... they are his. Yet I don't know the person who wrote them. I can’t turn back time and meet him... I can’t figure out what was on his head... did he suffer? Was he joyful? Was he happy? Even oddly enough... why do I feel love and care for the words of this being that I did not know back then and do not know right now as he is now only the one I do know.
I once said... it takes a lifetime. To know someone. But it’s not true... it takes more. Not even in all my lifetime will I ever get to know that Yunalesca that wrote and spoke so few before me. It comforts me that I believe in more than one lifetime to know that there will be another one where I can know him completely.
This is probably the weirdest love letter I've ever written. And I say love letter, because of all feelings only love could measure up and proclaim this one I own.
And this is probably a very long dull love letter for everyone indeed, but us. But I don't think I could bear speak to him right now... I don’t think I could lose the knot in my throat, or get a hold of my tears...
On his presence, all so big... so sacred, so divine
What kind of love letter would this be if I didn't say what all love letters attempt to convey?
I love you. 

(10 days late)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

I’m destroying myself for him.

Right now I feel I’m destroying myself for him... I’m writing love letters to him... and as they go on and on...  I am more and more convinced that I don’t love him or that he doesn’t love me... I’m falling out of love... and I will go back to being doomed...
I should be telling him how much I love him, how much I want him, how much I wish he will be happy. How much I don’t want to hurt him, how much I wish I was his confident, how much I wish I did not make a video of everything we discuss.
He needs someone that would make him smile, not exasperate him, he needs someone who he can make love to every so often... someone that can invite him over his apartment all the time. Who can drive him to school.... ok maybe he doesn’t need to... maybe he just deserves to. Someone who can spoil him. If I was him... that’s what I would aim for, he deserves it... and he can get it...
I’m doing it his way, I’m going to have random sex today, for the very first time in my life, I just called someone for sex... someone I don’t really have feelings for. Just someone for sex... get it over with. Just not be passionate, not be in love... don’t make a video out of it. Why do I wish the prince the will call me and say... no Xag, don’t do it... or better yet... here: take this advice...?


Thursday, October 20, 2011

Right now... I just feel like making lists.

Right now... I just feel like making lists... lists about things I have to do... things that I want... things that I need...
For example....
I need courage to change my life
I need hope to stay alive
I need to buy a lot of antidepressants so I can commit suicide
I need to lose weight
I need to find someone to exercise with
I need someone to help me do... YouTube vids.... or at least someone who will lend their shower to record that stupid vid
I need wisdom to handle my relationships better
I need knowledge to pass my school tests
I need to find a way of getting out of this country... out of my home...
I need someone who would give me wedgies everyday
I need a lot of underwear for the mentioned above...
I need god to let roaches become extinct... they are disgusting
I need... I need a car... or learn how to drive... or someone to drive me around... or someone to teach me how to...
Most of all... I need my dreams... I miss them...
I have to... ask the prince about his life... I don’t want to question him... I hate interrogatories...
I have to stop thinking about my past
I have to do the literature essay
I have to study for Virtual Communications test
I have to organize my priorities
I have to re-design my site
I have to stop writing such a depressive journal
I have to read all of my economy copies and the damn book
I have to stop being so careless and unorganized
I have to learn how to use flash properly
I have to stop thinking how I could have made my past better
I have to stop daydreaming about being younger
I have to remember to be thankful for my crappy life
I have to be a better person than I am...
I want... not to want anything... but just be happy... and enjoy my shortcomings and my virtues...


Friday, August 7, 2009

Hammer

In my own episode of queer factor, I found myself in the most humiliating position; of having to do craft work with my father.
You know how most fathers are proud how their sons, throw a ball in baseball... well, here it would be how their sons play soccer. But because my father is quite the craftsman instead of a sportsman and I would never be in position where I’ll have to kick a ball in public... doing crafts is the same thing. My father loves fixing building things, table, shelves, beds... and he always wanted me to join him, in his precious hobby. Of course, seeing me use a hammer is quite ludicrous... and disappointing.
So I was yesterday stuck with my father doing these repairs to the computer desk, it’s an old gorgeous wooden rustic secretary desk. During two painful hours I had to hammerer and saw wood, in the most clumsy and pathetic way...
Today I had again, communication theories and stared again to that really cute guy... daydreamed of meeting him and then did new doodle on my notebook margin.... 

(2 days late)

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Slipping through Time

Slipping through Time
by Marina Tsvetaeva

Perhaps the finest victory
over time and gravity
is to pass without leaving a trace,
casting not even a shadow on the wall.
Perhaps it's best to renounce it all,
erase your image from the mirror
and steal by like Lermontov in the Caucasus
without upsetting the stones.
Maybe it would be more entertaining
had Bach's finger never prodded the organ's echo
Maybe if you simply dissolved
and left no ashes for the urn.
If you lied your way out
and were expunged from the latitudes
slipping through time like an ocean
whose waters were never disturbed.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

[…]  A religion teacher I had, tried to help me once and told me this story:
There was once a town, with a church and a priest that was so kind and devoted, everyone thought of him as a saint. Once it rained so much that the town flooded they tried to evacuate the town, but the priest was not willing to do so himself. He had been such a good person that he knew god will save him. So then when the water was 1m high a man in a boat came and told him to jump in so he would be saves, but the priest told him that he wouldn’t, because god will save him.
Then when water was over 3m high a helicopter came to rescue the priest that was swimming desperately, but the priest wouldn’t get onto the ladder, he was convinced that god was going to save him for.

The water kept growing and the priest drowned.

 Once he got to heaven the first thing he said was – “god? Why didn’t you try to save me?” – God surprised, answered – “I didn’t try?First I sent the police to evacuate the zone, then I sent a boat to rescue you, and then I sent a helicopter to save your life. You were the one who didn’t want to be rescued” –
What do we learn from this story? […]


Saturday, October 28, 2006

I read a quote about friends

I read a quote about friends, it was something like...

"You get more friends getting interested in people, than getting people interested in you"
Am I really interested in people? I was convinced I was, but now I remember to many people saying the opposite, especially my mom, she has always nagged me saying my attitude towards anything is: 
Me first, I next, and whatever it's left is for me to!

I don't think now I’m a comprehensive, empathic person, I have always thought of other guys at my school as empty, stupid, simple persons… Is there something I'm not seeing? What is it? 
This is why I can’t get any friends, I'm totally blind to other people, their thoughts and feelings, and how do I solve that? I really want to be interested in someone else's life. But I'm just not open to meet other people, because my immediate reaction is: "he is a jerk." And with the amount of jerks in this world… can you blame me?