The timeless time, the endless nights, but still those are now in the past – just ghosts of memories wandering through my conciousness
The moments when time and space seemed to have distorted in such a manner, that seconds where like hours and hours were like… seconds
Strange things are human emotions – most of the time they seem to follow absolutely no logic – now, that’s a mistery that I can’t reveal no matter how much time and brain activity I will spend on it – it’s just beyond my reach
So the ghosts + memories + emotions = a time machine! Well not exactly a time machine in the way we’re used to think of, but still it’s something, because some memories are just captured with way too much emotions, making them a small “video tape” of events

Things happen (period) I don’t know if there is a “reason” behind( or maybe in front of :? ) everything, but honestly – I don’t care…

I just hate it when no matter of the bullet proof logic, shouting that something is not to be done this way, I just keep doing it – because there is something beyond logic, that is still strong enough to make the logic silent…

What you’d do/give/loose to give Love a chance?

Perhpas this depends on how important Love is for you? Would you sacrifice something important, would you dare to do so?
Is it going to be worth it?

That’s where fear kicks in – fear from past experience – fear from being hurt – fear from being alone at the end again, and so on…
Well there is one thing that beats this kind of fear for me – every time! It’s another fear – fear of loosing an opportunity, or in other words the fear of the “what if…” situation This always(and by always, I mean always) makes the difference for me. Jumping into the depths of the unknown (or sometimes expected) requires more than a good will – you have to stand in front of your fears and beat them – something that is easier said than done…

So after all do you know your answer for this question?

It’s a good thing to know how far you can go.

Преди да продължите да четете по-нататък, ви моля първо да прочетете “Сиво” на Светлозар Станчев, просто защото като си припомних творбата се роди идеята За цветното (Светлозар Станчев – Сиво)

За цветното

В природата на човек е, да бъде цветен. Или поне със сигурност е присъщо на децата.

Още за цветното…

Сив град. Сиви улици. Сиви хора. Накъдето и да погледнеш – всичко е сиво. Сиви семейства със сиви деца.

Само ти си различен. Пъстър. Сивото те потиска и мъчи. Мъчиш се да го промениш. Но то е силно и упорито. И много. Просто не става. Страдаш и плачеш. То вижда това, но пак си остава просто сиво.

Изгубил всякаква надежда почваш да се оглеждаш. Нищо. И когато вече почти си се отказал я виждаш. И тя е пъстра като теб и естествено – красива. Просто е прекалено малка и затова не си я видял досега. И тя е в сивото.

Срещате се. Заживявате заедно. Но колкото повече живееш с нея ти става все по-ясно, че и тя е сива. А пъстра е само нейната дреха. Обвивката. Разгневен си и си отчаян и се скарвате. Скандалът е голям и разтърсващ. Но по време на него случайно минаваш покрай огледалото и се поглеждаш. И ти си станал сив.

Но това е нормално. Нали всичко около теб е сиво. За околните това не е нещо лошо.Те даже го смятат за щастие. Нали целият свят е сив. И ти вече си сив!

Светлозар Станчев, “Тротил” Варна 2002 г.

I sometimes think about, how close sometimes two lonely hearts are, but they never knew that, they spend some time “together”, crossing their sights from time to time, they get the feeling of something known, they smile in their thoughts, guess that it would be nice to get to know each other, but never actually do anything, and they probably won’t meet again… And there at this place, where their paths crossed sometimes lies one unborn love…