Bella

It’s that distant memory of heaven, still alive in your head. Shadows dancing to the angels’ harps, and tiny little birds flying down from their colorful nests to drink crystal pure water out of God’s own hands. It’s the childish image of perfection you thought you’ve outgrown, the peaceful hours of sleep you once thought were lost. It’s knowing that happiness is yours, not to be stolen or tampered with. And being watched over, not scrutinized, by divine eyes whose sole purpose is to guard your peace.

It’s the first time you ever tasted chocolate. That immense sensation of sinful pleasure rushes through your veins and clears your mind of all its stupid thoughts. It’s Adam, after the first bite, still unaware of the future that awaited him. It’s being and nothingness, all at once, and wishing you could stay there forever.

It’s the perfect flow of seasons, the one described in fairy tales. The youthful freshness of dawn in Spring, followed by the blossoming brightness of Summer days. The sound of violins during the long hours of Autumn’s twilight, and the cozy Winter nights of fire, wine and purifying snow.

It’s that dream that transcends the ages. It’s you, a 10 year old running barefoot in the garden, climbing trees and searching for hidden treasures underneath them. It’s you again, 10 years later, with your feet trembling as you take her hand in yours and step on the dance floor. It’s you, another 10 years in time, watching that beautiful child as she opens her eyes and smiles once she sees you beside her bed.

It’s your destiny, that beautiful woman in a revealing black dress. Your constant wish of flying. Countries grow smaller, and borders are no longer visible. She’s in your arms and the earth is so far behind with all its ugliness. And soon enough you’ll be one with the stars.

God, I still feel that my words are so limited…