MEMORIES AND INSIGHTS

Hear the Pulse of the Magical Forest

Conversations with a friend

The night is coming. Do you feel the whisper of the wind? Do you hear the laughter of the stars?

You see magic in the darkness. You remember the stars. You hear whispers… I hear screams of fear. I don’t know how laughter is brought into the world.

They rush through my blood like a wild waterfall. The darkness is here. Who blew out the candle?

This blackness splashes all around. Who subdued the lightness of the star? Do you hear the voice of the coming storm?

It cams down from the deepest forests. It’ll recreate the shades of the world. Do you think we will survive until dawn?

This magic dusk is so enchanting… The upcoming day sleeps still under the black brunches. The night, without even a drop of shame, keeps him captured in the darkest dreams…

Do you see the brake of the day? I don’t. I know the darkness so well. I don’t believe we will escape after dawn.

The darkest forest is full of magic. Is it a good magic?

I know where the dusk hides. My days are chained. They are imprisoned. They do not sleep! They are slaves of the night within me. I don’t know if there will be tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll understand if it’ll come…

Are you afraid of the darkness?

There is no exit to it. I know the darkness so well. I dive into it. Then it dives into me.

Because I am the darkness…!

This is another poetic conversation with a friend. The truth is, we may not escape the darkness if it is inside us.

Where is the candle? Where are the stars? Is there any exit?

The labyrinth of dusk lures…

I believe that we may find a spark of light in someone’s eyes and soul.

Thank you for reading.

Here are two more conversations with a friend if you’d like to see them: