Thriving Green Space
The month was coming to an end. It was her least favorite month. One that was alternating his voice. Whispering, screaming and then whispering again.
At night she was looking at the stars. Placed on heavens durative, dark face they were radiating their eternal light. Like Morse code they came unhindered through the closed window. “Do not worry! Everything will be fine and transparent when the time is due,” they signaled. “Continue!”
She welcomed this advice with a smile. Every night she welcomed and embraced the invincible rays of the stars.
“The month will change name soon,” she proclaimed. Then she allowed the pen to speak for her. In the few silent moments she had to listen to her thoughts, blue ink was flowing over the cream colored paper. During the day her mind was constantly busy. Constructing, creating, focusing, pushing imaginary elements from left to right, up, down and diagonally. His Greenhouse evolved into a space loving object regenerating itself.
“Improvement,” she called it.
“Optimization,” it echoed back.
“This one is going to take time to build,” she said to herself.
“This one is going to cost!” This was the reverberation of her words, suggesting to hurry up.
“I am focused,” she answered. “I can not multitask.”
And he, he silently and passionately observed the invisible creation.
A soulmate empowers in silence the seeds to grow roots, with which they wander to where they belong, into a thriving green space they call home.
