Bla

She told me there are drugs that open your heart and some others that make you face your ego.She started to cry.She felt lost.We were laying in the grass just in front of the squareish library building.She felt like getting rid of the awful pain swelling from deep inside. Then, I realized how much she misses her friends, her past life, her cat, her fags etc.It was a new beginning chosen at a very early stage that she embraced with selfless love and enthusiasm.

Had we had the chance to choose our own future, how great we would be?Wouldn't we?

But known thing is no creature on Earth can do that no matter how thoroughly is striving.The gods from up above could not care less about us.

Then she told me about the ups and downs of one's life.We strolled the parks alleys and we roamed the night roads, carelessly.
One night I told her she's like  the Phoenix bird, that she can upbring herself from the very own ashes, that once you go through fire, you will burn within.Once you're resuscitated, you begin a new circle of life, but the ashes will be always there, emerging in different shapes and faded nuances.
They don't forget and nor do they forgive.
Anyone.Anything.

Because she is like that. A night bird with broken wings made up of ashes that once used to burn to the ground and whenever touches the ground with her feet she can still feel the pain, more vibrant and lively than ever.

Yesterday, I gave her a hug. And strongly suggested her to choose a path, wichever that may be.Some paths go straight to complete destruction of self, others go to abominance. Some others may join other paths and create confusion whnever one is found in the middle of the cross roads.

And later on she confessed that unconsciously, she brings out the best of the ones she loves.