Green for love
When you are so tired that you can’t laugh,
when you are so shocked that you can’t scream,
when you freeze and run at the same time,
when you are in a dream that is delusional,
when you walk in your fantasy that is evaporating,
when you talk with yourself,
when you forget to live,
when you feel only this,
that keeps you hanging on the threads,
these invisible,
these poisonous ones.
When the year passes the baton to the next,
and you are still hanging on a social media feed,
and you read Merry Christmas only once,
and it is addressed to all,
and you think I am alone.
Why? What have I done wrong?
And you keep doing,
what you always did
wrong.
When your fuel is a memory,
when your memory is the friend,
when your friend speaks love,
that only you understand,
then, there is only one way,
a green one,
a favorite one.
And you stand up
from your handicap bed.
And you wake up
from your prevented life.
And you start flying,
alone,
with your vision.
For love.
You don’t search for a spring.
You create it.
And then,
you give it away.
Everyone deserves
love.
