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People and heartsIn your life, you pass among a lot of people.
Crowds and crowds.
Some of them head to your heart directly. You call those friends.
Those same people who manage to go behind your ribcage and find your heart.
Another type of people, are the people who go right to your brain. You call those companions. Because they went right through your skull seeking improvement or information.
A third type, those who want to go into every part. Those who want to dig deep in your cells.
That kind of people who want to be circulating into everything with your blood stream – eventually your heart.
That kind of people, the rare one, knows that your heart is too sealed. That it needs a key.
But for some reason you broke the key long long time ago.
They wanted another way in.
They’re smart. And they are really trying.
They go into your bones, into your nerves, into your spine.
They become your blood cells.
Even when you breathe they know it.
When you cry, they can tell.
And they go straight into
Death in an author's eyesWhen an author writes about death and you ask him “why did you kill this character?”, he will usually answer you with something like “it was to make the story more realistic”, “it is because I want the readers to feel this pain of losing someone”, “it is because his death was needed in the plot”, this and that, reasons and motives, but you always just find that there is a plan that lies behind the death of this fictional character.
And it pains you; that even these characters that you barely knew for weeks or months between the fade pages died, giving you this ache in your heart.
A faint voice in your mind speaks: “Why couldn’t I have picked a happily-ever-after story?”
You remember after a while though, that the author did that for a purpose. He had a plot, and he was aiming towards something.
God is always aiming towards something, trying to push you forward to the future that could only be accomplished by this person&
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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