Since I`m committed on Facebook

This is the last one that I write while still in love with you.

That is a promise that will never do

Maybe I will not write again

But something new began...

I began to construct a new world,

A world of wonders unheard,

And it keeps falling apart

And i can`t think of anything smart.

You, Love, were the joint that kept me running

And no matter what I`ll be doing

You will be part of or equal to

MY LIFE

Wide-awake

George, the middle aged, middle-class, middle height, middle everything man realized that he was sleeping up till now. He was living his life in a dream. A dream he thought true. And now as he thought it through he indeed agrees with himself upon many things. But he knows now that it is futile because it is all a lie. It is, not was because he will go on like nothing have happened. The most rational course of action.

She may have left, she could have stayed, she should have stayed. But she left. She was far too bright to realize that it is a mistake. George is in pain. Now, disillusioned, doubting she ever loved him he just lays and watches a point in the ceiling. That point defines him best. It cannot be seen by anyone else, but him. It is a point out of many. Just one point, a mere nothing which is a whole universe of flourishing dreams, feelings, sighs and touches. He vowed never to be with her again. Even if this meant crushing and crunching his soul to tiny shreds.

His foresight was very good indeed. She came back a month later. She realized that he was the one secure point in her life, that one point which ensured happiness. The only being able to touch her soul. And he said no. He said no and forbid her to commit suicide. Because he said so she did not do it. His world was turned upside down. He just threw away the only thing he truly desired. That he wanted. He wanted her with every cell of his being, but he vowed to say no. He sensed that he should not do that, but did it ever matter? No...it didn`t matter this time either. He just did it. And gone back to being a ruin. That was her punishment. To know that he is a ruin because of her. He knew very well that this is balance. That this is the cornerstone of the world, and that he helped the world go around. He also knew that their love would have lasted even if the axis of this world broke.

But the show must go on.

Szeretem hajadnak gyonyoru, lagy eseset,

S szemed gyonged,artatlan szenvedeset

Insomnia II

He glanced at the last molecule of smoke which had risen from his cigarette. He knocks the ash of a lot and stares at the cinder hoping it will reflect in his eyes. He wants fire in his eyes. Desire that consumes. Stumps the cigarette. Looks at her and sees nothing. This nothing is everything he isn`t and everything he desires. But still it is nothing and he precisely knows this. And lets the conversation slowly pass away into eternal silences of a few seconds. Lights another cigarette. Stares at the cinder. Looks at her. His reminiscent side is long lost and he is fresh out of feelings. He froze from the inside out. And nothing is haunting him. I beg your pardon, the nothing is haunting him. That is exactly why he swore not to have feelings. Not to love.

This awkward meeting never happened in reality. It is a part of his subconscience, a play in his head. An eternally reoccuring play. Infinitely sad and true. Thus he lights yet another cigarette alone as he has always been. Looks at the mirror. Goes out for a walk hoping to get this play out of his head. By far the worst idea he has ever had. It would have been better to stay at home mate. Out there in the buzzing world you will feel even greater solitude and you will know not who to blame. Why is it that you know with every fiber of your being that it ought to be someone out there to touch your soul? To break the ice. And still you can`t find that person. You just constantly dress up people and situations for a grand lie, an endless fancy-dress party, in which they come and feel what you feel within the intimacy of your own being. Lies, lies, lies.

Outside. No buzz, but a dead city. He avoided the crowds. He avoided any possible human contact. Then why, for the love of god, did you leave the safe heaven of your home, your protective shell? Sits on the riverbank. Lights yet another cigarette. Looks at his reflection in the water. The discontinuous image fascinates him. He always considered that his pulsating reflection in the window of the passing tram or bus is nothing else but his image from the perspective of others. They care, stop caring than they care again. But this reflection...ohh this is different. This is what he longs for. And this is what he thinks about while staring at the cinder. He longs for someone to care. At any given moment. Someone. Someone...

Temporal insanity. A passing moment of eternal value in which the human is in contact with the divine. This moment passed. Passed long ago. When he had that last kiss.

Inside. The day has passed. He goes to bed. Sleeps. And in his dreams he is staring at a mirror and sees fire in his eyes. And in his dreams he has quit smoking.

Insomnia

As I cannot sleep and everybody in my vicinity is doing that I write. I listen to faithless and write. I wanted to do so all day long. And to be sincere never wanted to find the time to. I wished that all these thoughts will go away...drift away in silence as a neglected sons coffin rolls out of a family`s life. But it haunts me(wouldn`t really care if it would let me sleep).Hell here it comes.

There is a promise one can`t ever break. A promise of love. If you truly love someone in your childhood, teenage years or even as an adult it will last till your last breath. I`ve seen this countless times. As a child I noticed that some ladies have an odd way of looking at my father. I did not know then why had they been so kind, and loving. Because of love. And there is even more to it. I saw that very same look quite a few times when I was with my grandfather. After sixty years or so those ladies have "the look" and he has "the look" and they chit-chat about daily nothings, doesn`t matter...it really does not because they have "the look". And even if one sometimes says nasty things, and detests the other, if love really existed the as the years pass "the look" shall make its appearance and thus the promise is kept. Not in wild tear-off-my-clothes way. But in a much much more subtle, refined and LASTING way. "the look"

P.S.: I love you

I hope I can sleep now...

Balance is cruel. But cruel is not negative. Nor positive. It is natural. And what is natural is beyond good or bad, beyond everything rational that humans can perceive with their minds. Like balance. Balance means you get and receive but not too much or too less, nothing that can be quantified. Balance is nothing. No plus. No minus. They say that there was a mathematician who invented zero. No zero could not be invented. It was discovered. Re-discovered to be precise. As humans evolved they have developed a thing called ego which is rational and which seriously damaged their way of perceiving things. They lost the “suprarational” such as: balance. Be it a personal or collective ego, it does not matter, the main thing is that then you say that I am the universe, or we are the universe which is absolutely true. I am the universe. What I don`t know does not exist (for me). And as I progress in knowledge the universe expands. But not like the common thing we know as universe. My universe, that which defines me, as it expands the interior is hollow. And because the external part is nothing too, the pressure balance(yet again balance) keeps it standing. I am not ego-centered. No I do not see only myself. I see the world that surrounds me. The rocks, flocks and lovebirds. And because I have an inquisitive mind I try to solve their problems. Thus I am rational, I exist. When I am not rational I do not exist. This is how I am. And this is the truth. The truth of my existence is that I don`t always exist. It may sound absurd but this is how it is. When I solve problems, rationalize I do exist. But when I try to solve some of my own problems there is a rupture in my existence. I cease to exist. This is my opinion about existence. To define it, to clarify my opinion: Existence is the process of rational, analytical thinking. And even in free writing and stuff like that one can find a thread of logic. But not in feelings. At least not in some of them. Come to think of it I talked earlier about balance and things that are beyond ration. Thus what I said is obsolete. Intreguing. They are part of the universe and are not rational. This is the only explanation for the fact that my existence is not continuous. When I do something that is natural, as I said before, I cease to exist.

Szeretem hajadnak gyonyoru, lagy eseset,

S szemed gyonged,artatlan szenvedeset

deathMirror

Five.

Our man Johnny is walking down the street. Stylish and cool as always.

Four.

He stops for a second to light his cigarette. Well it isn`t that simple. He gets his pack of cigarettes from his front right pocket. Chesterfield, as always. He gets out a cigarette holds it in his left hand then with his right he searches his other pockets for matches. Finds them. A single safety-match in his left hand between the thumb and the pointer. The cigarette between the pointer and the middle-finger. Cigarette in to the mouth. The match lights up. He patiently waits for the head to burn off and raises the match to the cigarette. It lights up and a nearly unobserved scent of smoke is inhaled in his nostrils.

Three.

He looks up and is absolutely astonished. The person gazing at him is nobody else but himself, in an older form. Same style. Same shirt. Same cigarette. Even the same trousers and backpack. The only difference is that Johnny has an mp3 player. They look at each other creeped.

Two.

They both let go of the match because it burnt their fingers.

One.

-You...

-Mister...

Zero.

Johnny collapses dead on the sidewalk. Heart attack. A line of chock and many tears kept him in the mind of people for a few days. But the old man remembered him until the end of his life. To be precise for 67 more years...

Adam and Eve

Adam was a man. He was perfection. Unique. But he was alone. He, being everything and nothing at the same time(perfection), longed for somebody. Thus he found Eve. She was unique too. Through Adam she became the one and only ruler of the world. And hence we can speak of paradise. They...the two of them...their relationship that was paradise.

Eve found the apple. The apple was and is the greatest curse. And because she ate the apple they fought. Paradise was lost. Cherubs now protect it. They had children happy moments, nothings compared to paradise. And they tried to get back. Tried hard. Shad blood, made wows but nothing worked. Nothing ever worked.

Their approach, dear friend, their approach was the wrongest one could possibly imagine. They tried to be cunning, they tried brute force and they did not realize that through a few magic words the cherubs disappear like they never were.

Even today hundreds of Adams and Eves get persecuted from paradise. And they too are victims of ill-faith. They too forget the magic words. They too are miserable.

Let this outsider try to remind all of you what the words are. Let he, who is beyond redemption tell you how you gain access to paradise.

"I love you and I`m sorry! Will you have me back?"

And if you really were in paradise then the gates will open up. And access shall be granted.