Serendipity

The pitter-patter of rain on my window has always been my most cherished song. I close my eyes so composedly that I fear I may fall asleep instantly. There are colors that whorl through my mind so precipitately, so expeditiously that I feel the shapes taking place, the places, the people, the moments, the nightmares! I am coerced to reopen my eyes. I have no doubt that it has only been seconds since I closed them, yet I feel like I have blacked out for hours. My heart races and my breath hastens into a raspy cacophony. A sense of urgency and fear cling to my skin and bones. The pulse of the rain sooths me once more as I lay on my back.

It is in this moment of pure sanity that I can finally breath and it is with that last calm yet algid breath that thoughts of you crash onto me. The agony in my gut lacerates my insides for just a moment and then a certain vivacity levitates me and I know in that very instant that I'm yours, and I shall always be yours. I look around and see nothing but pure darkness, I can barely make out the shapes around me, my hand reaches out and comes in contact with your yielding warmth. I smile lightly. My timid fingers trace your cheek bones, your lips entrance my eyes for more than a few moments and memories fill the empty spaces of my mind.

It is the moment we met, and although that night is as pronounced in my mind as the pages of my favorite book, the details do not come clearly, I am intoxicated. Your strong arms take hold of my waist and my head fits perfectly into your neck. A smile dances upon my lips and I breath profoundly. Serenity at last. Your easeful and saccharine lips brush swiftly past my cheeks and I intake frigid air. You smile teasingly, you know me all too well, and your effects. I close my eyes again and enjoy the fact that I feel impervious in your stalwart arms. You whisper sweet nothings in my ear and suddenly there is nothing more tonight then what we are, what we always have been. What no one can change. There is nothing left other then our profound sleep and simple serendipity.

Heartache

Today I'm going to show you all another journal entry. This one I wrote about 3 months ago, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Tender hands like the soft falling of leaves caress my face. Sleep fills my eyes and my shoulders droop downward. My eyelids weigh bricks as my head leans foward. The serenity of this embrace sleeps my mind as my head turns, my lips meet his and my eyelids close. Then everything goes black...deep like an abyss.

When light resurfaces to my eyes I remember how sore my body is and the noise in my head crashes painfully as it returns. I turn to the side the embrace is gone and I sigh as I realize my imagination took over my reality once more. No matter at least I slept in peace. My eyes turn towards my phone to see the time. 8am. Two hours, that's how long I had managed to submurge myself in my own subconcious. I try to remember what I dreamt about- all I can remember is darkness. Better that than another nightmare.

I looked at the phone again. No new messages, no missed calls. I close my eyes in pain, the noise doesn't cease. My head thumps terribly. I sigh, how I wish I could fall asleep again. I grab the pill box out of the bedside table and my water bottle. I swallowed and then tears ran down my face as I lay on my back. I felt the lump in my throat, the one that always threatens to burst into screams of hysteria... I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, but it drowns my anguish and I can remain silent- I must not wake anyone up with silly childish pain.

The medication begins to work and I feel the silence crippling to my mind. My eyelids turn heavy and everything is dark once more.

Images race through my mind. Colors, whirlwinds they are filled with life and pure beauty. But the colors begin to burn my eyes, then everything turns gray. Then it all morphs into a face, the face that belongs to the hands that caress my own face. Oh how I long for that face! To feel my burning lips against your warmth. Pain rips through my veins out through my skin and I wake up with a gasp...

Tender hands really do caress my head. These though, are worn out from decades of work. They smell like onions and spices, they relxax me. My mother.

"Have some breakfast" she tells me in her honey-sweet voice "It heals a broken heart."

-Lee

La Dolce Vita

To be able to feel the wind on our faces, to jump, hop, and laugh with your friends so hard that your cheeks hurt. To run in the rain. To drink wine straight out of the bottle and non-alcoholic cocktails on hot summer days. Crying so that we may feel better and doing something crazy! To hear the birds singing and to feel the sun on your face. To see the sunrise and then the sunset. Kissing in the rain and dancing in the middle of the street. Screaming as loud as possible, knowing how to love and be loved in return. Laying in the middle of nowhere and watching the stars all night long.

Having good conversation and drinking hot chocolate. Saying what we need to say. Forgetting our problems for an instant. Making someone smile. Getting a cute text and trying something new and exotic. Travelling to a far away place and having an adventure without leaving the house. Meeting new people and catching up with old friends. Eating out. Not thinking about tomorrow and having faith.

Kissing that special someone before it's too late....

There are so many amazing things that we almost forget that life is beautiful.

-Lee

Human Rights

Human Rights:

We are all born free and equal.

You have the right not to be discriminated.

You have the right to life.

You have the right not to be enslaved.

You have the right to have protection from torture.

You have rights no matter where you go!
We are all equal before the law.
Your human rights are protected by law.

You have to right to not be detained unfairly.

You have the right to trial.

You have the right to be innocent util proven guilty.

You have the right to privacy.

You have the right to move.

You have the right to seek a safe place to live.

You have the right to a nationality.

You have the right to marry and have a family.

You have the right to your own things.

You have the right to think as you please.

You have the right to express yourself!

You have the right to a public assembly.

You have the right to demcracy.

You have the right to social security.

You have worker's rights!

You have the right to play.

You have the right to food and shelter.

You have the right to an education.

You have the right of copyright.

You have the right to a fair and free world.

You have the right to have responsibility.

No one can take your human rights away.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because you have the right to know"

P.S. Click the tittle of this post to watch an amazing clip about these rights. It takes only a few minutes and it won't hurt you.

Revelations

Sometimes while I am asleep my mind distorts the images of the world I have captured within my soul. It takes them and makes them into beautiful moissaics that can not be explained. Inside each of these wonderful paintings I find intricate words, astound feelings and profound dreams....

In these paintings I can see a young girl, her cheeks are flushed from the cold biting at her round cheeks. Her coat drapes over her small frame and her bonnet covers her deliciously brunnet head. Her ballerina flats tip toe across an open garden and she smiles at the birds that sing through the snow. Her blithe laughter would warm the most algid of hearts.

I see myself in the little girl. The one who dances across the garden she is deep inside me somewhere begging to break lose but I hold on tighter with stalwart force. I must not let her escape for she is synoymous to all that is still human in me. As she touches everything with her gloved hand she melts the snow with a calming agitation. The white of the winter wonderland absconds into nothingness and leaves behind a green, indigenous, and native world.

This one like the last leaves mitigating effects prickiling upon my soft skin. The small girl stops and smells a handful of cardinal gerberas. In that small moment all of the world's happiness is contained in that little girl. The smile that plays upon the girls lips, her closed eyes as she intakes the fresh sweet scent that hipnotyzes her.

Her figure begins to transform, her height amplifies a bit, her hair grows past her shoulders and curls in waves. Her winter clothes transform into a strapless black and white polka-dotted dress. She walks barefoot through the immersed earth, she is happy among the green of the plants and the earthy colors of the canvas where she walks. It is her painting, her world, her distortion of reality. Here she is happy.

She dances to the end of the garden and a mirror arises from deep within the native earth. It is bounded in gold and its shine sparkles the garden like the rising sun. She looks within the mirror...

My reflection bestowes its eyes one me. I am that little girl in the snow, she is me and together we live inside my body fighting for reason or sentiments. I am that girl as she grows, and I know that inside she lives free spirited and reminds me of what humanity should be. She is my inner child and I her carrier, her messenger. She is me and I her...

Life in the garden never lasts very long, the light that shines from the mirror of truth brightens farther and farther until it reaches the end of the garden. It encircles my body and I feel myself detaching from such an entrancing world.

Finally all is dark, I can hear a trifiling beep from far away and brightness suddenly shines upon my eyes. I shut them again, morning came too soon and I wish nothing more than to return to my garden. The beeping does not stop and I dare myself to open my eyes again, this time the light does not harm them and my manicured hand reaches for the off button. I lay in my bed and look up at my ceiling, remembering the small girl, the garden, myself, and this morning.

A familiar smile plays upon my lips as I feel everything is possible and that today will be a good day...

Here Comes the Sun

Turururu

Here comes the sun...

Copyright Leonor Dias 7/31/10