The gate

Walking below the leafless branches, through the dark place he once called forest. There is no forest anymore, the cold wind blew them all apart. One by one, they fell to the ground. Echoing in the dark as they hit the cold dirt. It's only now that he is able to notice all that's around him. He's in a maze.

He's been walking for long, hoping for more. Having no clue that he's slowly walking in circles, dancing with the leaves, talking to the wind. It is now, that he can truly see beyond the dark green veil, a veil that covered his eyes all along. 

From far away he notices, a tall iron gate. He starts running towards it, but the more he runs, the further he is. Every step he takes enlarges the distance. He can not reach the gate by any means, so he decides to stop. He stands still with his eyes closed as his arm reaches forward. Suddenly, he feels his fingertips against the gate. Eyes open and he sees it, the iron gate in front of him. A gate covered in dirt and rust, a gate that holds his dreams and hopes within.

In one swift motion he opens the gate and walks through it. The iron doors close behind him, and he wakes up in what appears to be another forest. He got out of the labyrinth, a labyrinth of smoke and ashes. He passed a gate but there's a thousand more to come. A thousand more, small paths to walk upon. He can not rest, and nor to stop. Another gate awaits him.



Love,
Just.

Five seconds

The stars are lot brighter from the 14th floor roof top. They are both on the ledge, legs hanging down to what appears to be an invitation towards a sudden death. Neither of them will say it out loud, but they're both sharing a thought. Five seconds, disguised as an eternity. That's how long it would take for them to end it all. One jump, two souls, and an uncertain destination. As cold and frozen as it is, the concrete would feel warmer than any of the hotel beds. Their journey would end with a bang.

Ah but what a shame, to fill her dress up all in red. A shame to smudge the color off her pretty lips, or to destroy that smile. 
She wouldn't dare to let him close those eyes forever. Not now, not ever.

There's pages to be filled, and chapters to end. Tonight they dance in total darkness, intoxicated but alive. 


Love,Just.

The window from afar

He sees the window from afar, as if divided by two frames. A yellow dim light brightens it up, a light that's always on when the darkness falls upon the window. It's far and yet so close.
One step, and through the clear glass he sees her.

-What are you doing, standing here by the window?
-I'm waiting for you, she says.

He looks at her but he can't see the details, just blurry shapes in a dim yellow light. He want's to reach to her but all he feels is cold glass. Their fingertips are against one another, melting the barrier between. Slowly and steady, soon there will be nothing to stop them. Every second that passes feels like eternity, but the seconds will pass. When that will happen he won't be on the outside anymore. She won't have to wait.


Echoing deep, she hears him "I'm almost there".



Love,Just.

The oak.

The old oak tree stands tall as they lay beneath it, on the cold autumn leaves. If it wasn't for the wind to assure him, he'd think it is all but a dream. An old story on what used to be a white page, before time left it's yellow prints all over. But he's not dreaming anymore, he can not be.
She's there but they can't touch each other. They touch, but they don't feel a thing. Her long blond hair, her green eyes the color of topaz, her fresh white-pink lips. They're all there right in front of him, but he can not see. Just as she can not feel his warmth while his arms are around her, neither the passion he puts into every kiss on her cold neck.
They are but ghosts, to one another. Both real, both fantasy. Two souls that don't exist together.


The old oak tree, stands tall.



Love,Just.

A glimpse at the past.

They never met, and yet they know each other. At least he knows her. She tries to fool him and herself, but he can see beyond her foolish try to deceive. The mask becomes useless to her, as every thought echoes through to him. He gets through all that mist within she hides. Once the mist is gone, we become naked, stripped by our fake smiles, we become special.. beautiful even.

He can't tell yet if she's in for the long ride, he doesn't know if she'll get off at the next station. That's the good part, not knowing when they part away. They're on different paths but share the same train. Be it short or not, the train left the station and they started their journey. To better places, for better wishes. 

She helped him glimpse back at the past, reminded him of who he was and what he has become. The cold autumn rain, that brings you back to reality with every drop that falls onto your face. Reality.. such an important thing we often fall away from.

Love,Just.

An old willow tree

She's in her late twenties, she's all grown up. Dark blonde with a hint of gold in her hair, perfect height and an average weight. There's nothing there for you, nothing special, not on the first glimpse. She doesn't even share anything with you, nothing in common, no point to bond.
-"I've never been there"
-"So let's go then! C'mon, don't be scared!" she said, with a big smile on her pretty face. You can't miss that smile, it makes your body stop for just a split second. You're just standing there eyes locked on the upper lip and the shiny piercing.
That's how their journey started, in the begining of a small pathway. They kept going and going, until they were too deep in the forest to go back. Soon the minutes turned into moments, and the surroundings into paintings.
-"Look! I found an old willow tree" she says with excitement.
-"I guess we both found something interesting today, love.."
The tree was hollow, like it was missing a big part of itself. So that made two of them.

They sat there for a while, enjoying the time, enjoying themselves, enjoying eachother. One of those special moments that can't and will not ever be replicated, but the memory remains. In the end, all we got is memories, and this was a good one.


Love,Just.

The last train.

"We made it love! We're here." 

The quietness surrounds them like a summer mist. Only.. it's the end of the summer, it's August. The green grass is not yet gone, you can still smell it in the morning. A fresh scent that wakes you up, just as an entire waterfall of nature's fragrance would hit you.

They sit there.. watching the ducks bathing in the sun's light and the lake's blue water. Sometimes just doing nothing and enjoying the view, is the most perfect thing you can do. It's the time when you get a glimpse to the simplicity of life. at the same time unable to neglect the importance of death.

"You know, I'm gonna have to let go of your hand soon. I hope you are ready."

And as she said that, she gently stroke his fingers while kissing his left cheek. 

"I know love, I try to pretend I don't, but I know." 

Truth is, he didn't just pretend, he convinced himself it's a lie. Many try to achieve such a thing, the point where they meet total denial. Not so many succeed. But him, oh he's so damn good at it!

"We could stay here forever, we could change together.. yet, we should not. Maybe we just met too soon"

"Maybe we met exactly when we needed it. I know I did, I needed this so bad. I needed you like I need air to breathe right now." 

Now you need to get on that train,love. So goodbye.

Love,Just.