Seasons - Winter

A forest of barren trees in winter, shed their leaves,

Abandoned them for the sake of not letting itself suffer.

Memories, we forget and leave behind, suppressed,

In order to keep looking towards the horizon of the unknown sanctuary we all long for.

As the flow of life resumes, the leaves on the ground,

They wither and die, return to the earth.

To prepare the trees for spring,

When everything begins again.

As we all leave behind traces,

Shadows of ourselves and others,

They dance between the trees;

Gone but never really forgotten.

There was once a person standing there,

Where these eternal footprints lead;

Beyond the veil of branches,

Always singing her song.

As I stare out into the distance,

I glance upon the shadow,

Of your hair, your hand, your smile.

And I chase after you.

The things I leave behind,

Nothing but my tracks in the snow.

Time shall pass and erase them,

But forever my imprints will remain,

In the plants which sprout from my footsteps.

Signed,

The evening at eight,

The day of Saturn

The 15th of January in the 2011th year.

Wish

If you asked me when I stopped believing in fairy tales, I would say, a very very long time ago, when I was still a kid. No, perhaps I never believed in them. Mischievous pixies, petite wish-granting fairies, evil goblins, man-eating trolls and princesses with a heart of gold; it was all too unbelievable, a dead giveaway from the very beginning! FAKE! UNREAL!

But if you asked me when I stopped believing in supernatural things; time travel, supernatural powers, creatures of the night, telepathy, myths...I would have to admit: I never did. Perhaps I thought life was boring without these things in it, but one could also say that everyday phenomena is already quite magical, miraculous even. Yes, I am just a little kid wishing for the impossible, yet my common sense tells me that these things are not real and that I shouldn't hope for their existence, and yet I do.

So, sometimes I come across the question, what is the point of fantasy? Common answers: happiness, satisfaction, longing for a different world, curiosity.

Bullshit.

Why do we know that it is improbable that a random person will just pop out of nowhere and say: "Hi, I'm from the future.", but yet we sometimes wish it were true? Isn't that quite naive; bordering on idiotic even? That makes us quite dumb a race does it not? Or perhaps it is only the children who dream so? The notion makes sense at first, but, neh; why aren't the ones who are (or at least claim to be) grown-up happy either?

Me? I just want a more interesting life, and for people to appreciate the things they have more, which is why I constantly wish for a world where humanity has to unite against an unknown evil threatening our lives. Childish, naive, decadent, stupid; I know.

Sometimes I wish for myself to be able to sleep for ages; decades, centuries, millennia, aeons; time passing by me, hoping to see how the world changes, to steer the world in the direction of change. But then I also know that I'll find traces of memories strewn across the world of the world past, and I'd long for the past, and feel melancholic, and lonely...