Thoughts Across the Distance

I long to make her arms my castle and her heart my heaven... When the rivers and the mountains make the distance between us, I look inside me to speak my words of love to her...

The thought of her spreads delight into my being. It makes me breathe deeper and slower, as if the time is going slower too… Like a state of trance, when the definition of time is just unidentified.

I'm fond of how she makes me laugh. My beloved makes me laugh; a lot. When she acts so shy I would be shaken with joy, mixed with empathy for her... Shyness of cherry-red cheeks, like rip apples ready to be yummied. Her cheeks rise to narrow her eyes when she stretches a smile on her fairy face, revealing the extravaganza of her gorgeous soul. Then she mumbles unheard words and tries to do any nonsense to avoid my eyes. She draws her hair over her eyes to avoid my gaze that fuels the blood into her face. She smiles when she's out of words and she laughs when she has something to say. I love the lady she is, the child, the friend and companion I see in her.

She's a heart that evolved into a human being. What she says is touching and what she does is overwhelming. Touched and overwhelmed I find it hard to escape, in fact I’m privileged.


Andy.


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Masks

Given our conspicuous integrity, that’s how obnoxious we may turn to be.

We blame people for being double standard. We criticize those who put on masks. We are averse to fake people. But, we never gave a thought of why they are this way. Maybe they experienced unacceptance for who they are sometime in the past, and therefore they have put on this mask to appeal to you. Maybe some bastard felt jealous of how they shine and how their warmth glows wherever they go and therefore decided to dislike them for their greatness.

People are who they are for a reason. Reasons maybe friends, old love, parents, family, teachers, community members, memories of pain, moments of joy and other reasons and experiences that concluded the person you see today.

After all this, comes the time when they meet you. They would either lower their mask to show you who they really are, or they shall keep it on, and you are just another member of the audience of their mask.

Before you blame them, ask yourself, what did you do so they feel OK to show you their reality? Or maybe you would ask, what are you doing that keeps their masks on? Because, may be they don’t knowingly put on their mask but, they just hide behind it unconsciously.

Don't blame people for masks they put one because of YOU! And don’t blame them for masks they keep-on since you never made them feel Okay to be whom they truly are! Instead, see what you DO and HOW it IMPACTS THEM, that consequently they keep their masks on.

Let people be comfortably original. Enough what you want to see in them; even you don’t actually have it yourself. Let people be comfortably real. And be real yourself, so real people huddle around you.

Andy.