Children of the Darkness

She puts her arms around me, kisses my face and silently whispers: "You're perfect."

"Thank you for being you. Thank you so much for everything, for these beautiful days."

"I wish you all the best for your life. Thank you for the good company. You're great person. Hope to see you soon again."

"I know we will meet again soon. Thank you for absolutely amazing and honest company that anyone could wish for. I will make some wine and chacha for when we meet again. I think about Christmas. I'm strongly considering it."

"You're such a strong woman"

My heart filled, overflowing from all your Love. Without having to ask for it. Love is free. This you show me. Over and over again. You just come to me in the exact right moment. Every time right before I hit the ground. Bringing back the light. From all over the world as if I had called for you, have I attracted you, does the Universe answer my heart. 

"Go away. Leave me alone." I cry. I laugh, squatting on the ground. 

"Bye Linaaaa!!!" You put your head out the car window and wave at me for a last goodbye after hugging me tightly taking a deep look into my eyes as if you knew my soul. The car starts moving I see all your hands waving at me. Tears dropping out my eyes, running down my face. Out of gratitude having met all of you saving me from more pain, making me grow, expand, come into my heart, enjoy life to the fullest, giving me stability, friendship, all your open hearts. 

Goodbyes. The hardest part. This parting that never ceases hurting me. Every time. Lying in the hammock watching the car leave, inside all of you beautiful souls. Thinking about all these last weeks I see my ever coming soul mates arrive and leave again. Changes. Feeling the sorrow which equally represents my deepest Love and gratitude for being blessed with you in my life. As one is the other. The weather accompanying my mood switching their forces between light and darkness, sun and rain, blue sky and clouds. As so many times before as the water of my wet clothes is dripping on my face like the tears that I cry for you in joy. I love you Universe. 


°~ The Darkness around my soul had moved to make room for her light. ~°








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