Sleeping Beauty

Continuation of nothing

The night is quiet again. There are no more people out there. Nothing is heard... Listen! All right, your cry sounds in your ears, but this is normal for this time of the year. From some unknown distance, the nervous bark of the dogs is heard, as if there is no "man" to whom they would bark and say, saying people are not welcome here. I have the feeling that this suburban settlement has lost all its charms that were once adorned. By the morning, it's always the same, without any important events... Everything goes in one monotony. Even the flowers on the windows, from the bright sunshine of the glowing houses, cease to bloom and at least somehow make the brighter end of the planet Earth. Perhaps this place was canceled by God because he was angry with something about the locals? But, slowly... It's too big a cry. Let's hope that these people, who can not be seen, are not so sinful.The day that soon came, he walked like night - without anybody else. It was only before dawn, when the sun was once hidden by the hills behind the hill, some girl came out. Of all these "rogues" one attracted me attention, but now is not the moment for it. Let's go back to the story of the city and its inhabitants. Between the cottages there is a trail, like trails in the park, made of human legs and tough, but rusty grass. There is no asphalt, nor a normal road, nor a beautiful building... Not far from the chapels, there is an old park where there is only one bench, where various names and memories are written and embroidered; now ex-love. The locals are recruited, but for foreigners they are very kind and hospitable. They can only be seen on Sundays when they go to church, if this can be called a semi-finished building with a wooden cross in front. He is told that he was long ago consecrated by a priest who later ordered the demolition of this "miracle", believing that the demons had moved there, and then without a trace or voice he disappeared from the town. The Savior has long since left her. If they met, the locals would gaze at each other and each one would mutter something in the chin. But not all of them are. I see all of them differently, and some of them, it could be said in a very interesting way that it is very strange for this place. It was Sunday, the day of gathering people and the day of grieving. It's all the same again. The warm, sunny rays again rocked again, tirelessly burning the already stiff land, and only after which cloud would sail with the clear celestial vault. Looking at that "God defiant idyll" I noticed the same face that two days ago came out of the house at the end of the swing. I saved someone's face... I'm pretty far, I can see the thin faces of the face unclearly. I wonder who it might be? Unrecognized for such a scene, I followed it with a look. It was strangely walking through a blurred track and looked around, as if someone was following it. Perhaps he felt a gaze on me that tirelessly followed him alone. Accelerating the step creature disappeared in the distance. I searched for it, but it was not. For a long time I thought about that meeting and its meaning. Maybe it's some kind of foretaste... A prediction for something awful what's going to happen! I turned another round in the park, hoping that the meeting would be repeated. However, this did not happen. I did not find a strange creature. Who knows where it's gone...Often, in the few days I was looking for a runaway, I would ask if it was really real? How can I be sure that this was not my crazy insights? I'll wait a little, I decided... Let's hope that people are right when they say that patience is the mother of success. My success would be to acquaint myself with the mysterious being that simply radiated and, I seem to be, accustomed to the insight of others who was consciously challenged. But no, I looked at it in a completely different way; on, it can be said, the protective way. It was like saying something to me that someone should help and protect the creature from the evil that has overturned that place and who only needs to get out of ambush and turn things to their own advantage. For some time I did not pay attention to other people in the city. Everything has become irrelevant since the outspoken guest came out of his little house and started in an unknown direction and thus found himself in our story. It disappeared somewhere in the direction that is ultimately clear and well known, in the direction of one muscle, towards one pump in the human body. Pumps without which we can not live, and now it is the property of a mysterious creature. Time after time, day after day, she spent the whole week. There are no beings... Already cloned eyes suddenly lifted themselves up and stared at her. It was like a magnet for them, so they could not separate from it. The scene was more than painful. This is the moment when I realized that the beauty of a being can be painful. Do I tell her she managed to get my pump? Maybe it's too fast for that? I do not know. The only thing I know for now is that from this moment on everything starts in the town hall to change... But how and in what way will I say leaving the printed lines on the pages of the second paper...

Intriguing knowledge

 

Things were going on in an unexpected way. I spoke a language she did not understand, a voice she had not heard... Knowing that she once had a fiancé who disappeared without a trace and a voice, and she remained alone, threw my thoughts into even darker darkness. I suppose she is unhappy, that she misses someone's attention, love; that her friends and family are missing. It simply misses everything that every person on this planet deserves to have. People, she does not have a normal life, and yet she looks beautiful! It is especially adorned with its blue eyes that resemble sea depths and brown curly hair that has fallen incorrectly over the shoulder. Lips - Perfection; closed lips - a collision of worlds... Wore a chain with a pendant in a letter. Perhaps this is the initial letter of its name or the beginning of something else; the beginning of the alphabet, the beginning of the alphabet, the beginning of the beginning or a new beginning in life? A new page I know who knows which path I want to turn around. Her hands are gentle and white, and somewhere in the depths of this whiteness, she sees something blue, almost blue and irregularly branches everywhere on her arm. But, slowly with that... I'm still bothered by the question where she was all these days?! Maybe I should have asked someone from the environment. But, I forgot... These people do not understand my tongue and do not hear my voice. For them, I am an abstract phenomenon and something that can only be felt in the air. I promised myself that I would help that, we call it "acquaintance" - the acquaintance. I'll find ways how! I'd better follow her, watch what she's doing, keep her safe when she needs me and warn me if I feel the danger. A few days passed, and she did not come out of the house. Maybe she's scared of something... Maybe she has exhausted a weekend, an intriguing walk...I went quietly into the yard and approached the doors that were unlocked. I stepped into the lobby lightly. Around me there were some old and dusty furniture that looked like they were brought from a museum. There were a couple of chairs, a dirty coffee cup and one small cabinet. Everything seemed a bit creepy; it was deserted, dusty... It wrinkles in the chest... The worst is the clock that, whenever your hands were kissing, banged so hard that it would tremble something in me, something that has not existed for a long time, something that has been stolen...Opening the next door, the first thing to see was a large bed with bedding. Next to the bed, another chair was facing to look at the window. She was not here... I was going to rest and wait; I looked through the dirty window to the endless and innocent distances and felt like I was sitting on the needles, not on the ordinary piece of furniture that would whine at every jerk. I did not even notice anyone open the door. It was her! What should I do now?She did not even notice me... She wore in her hands some kind of image that was inserted into a cracked shoulder. Yes! As I thought, everything in this house was rotten and cracked. After all, like the fate of the mistress of the house... After she crossed her palm over the broken glass on the shoulder, she left the picture on the table which was on the right side of the bed. There were no pictures on the walls. They were somehow naked and cold. On them were fingerprints, stains from wine, and who knows what kind of spider. Every detail was a witness that there lived someone who did not care about anything but the image that was the only thing that the mistress wiped out. I wonder what's in that picture I did not dare to look at. What if there is her brother or someone who was her family? Or maybe even her fiancé? That would break me... I'm still not looking at the picture...I got up from the chair and headed towards the door, and came to them as if some force turned my head and made me look once again behind me. I saw her sitting on a bed and covering her face with her fists, and I caught the edge of the eye that frame I did not laugh and wanted to see. And there! I finally found out what is in that frame of which she is "concerned". Between these scales, through which deafened glass fell, there was a yellow photograph...

 

The rose is beautiful, but watch the thorns!

 

When I left the house, I headed down the steep path that led to the park. I sat for a long time and I thought about the sighted scene a little. I was afraid of the very idea of ​​being in her skin, alone, without anyone else. However, as if the sun was warming me at that moment; something happened that I thought I would never see, at least when she was. At the entrance to the park, a blonde blonde appeared. I thought she was following me, that she came after me... But, in vain! She went with an unknown man to me. They held their hands and laughed. Again the cloud of various thoughts overwhelmed me while my laughing ears rang in my ears. I never heard it before, it sounded dim, but in some special way - nice. Maybe he was muffled because of the unexpectedness of the area with laughter, and perhaps because she did not laugh from the heart. The next question in my head was - Who is he? To whom she allowed her to be in her vicinity, she was held for her white hand, and she probably whispered to her ear in an abusive manner and pierced the lies that plagued her. I did not like this man; he radiated some negative energy, and in me, he even flared up an even greater fire of anxiety for a strange goddess. I see them! They are heading in my direction, and as it was the only bench in the park, I moved from it and gave the place to a young, rescued baked pair.Perhaps he was the one she cried for and from the very beginning she looked out the window and waited for him in vain. Actually, no! He maybe some random passer she met, grabbed her by the hand and screwed up thinking that she would forget so much about someone who was past her in the past. She thinks she's going to give her everything she's missing. We'll see if he's worth it...They talked, and soon they then went the same way that the smiling came. She entered the house and all happy and full of sleep fell asleep. Several times she smiled gently and silently in her sleep; she must have dreamed of him. When the new day was conceived, she also conquered, but now with a new face expression; the faces on which one could see immense joy and endless happiness. After having had her hot drink, she dressed and left the house. She met with him... They held hands again and strolled for a long time. From the background I could not hear their conversation, but in terms of faces I would say that there was something nice and interesting about something. It looks like the whole world is her. It would often bend and trample dead grass and cracked ground, touch the branches of giant trees that shook on all sides and rule shade; the one in my place and its bench in the park. Simply, the goddess loved her new life. Every next day was the same...Finally, he has a life he deserves! She is happy with him, she loves him, she would give her life for him! Although, as I said, this man did not like me, I must reconcile with her choice, I thought.Each subsequent encounter with him would mark her unbroken story of something. She kept telling him something, but as if she was afraid to say everything. It's like she's left undone. But I thought he would say "something" to him later, they have time; so life is ahead of them! The world is richer for a new love... Although I only superficially thought that I no longer needed it because she now has someone beside herself, someone she loves and who she likes, but I decided to stay in her vicinity. My intuition did not deceive me... I was right... Already on the sixth day after her "inconsolability" something bad happened to her. There was some misunderstanding between them, some disagreement over which, something to me, something terrible would happen. It all happened because of the pressure of the environment and all those who surrounded them on each day of God. So ... Did I contribute to that? I do not think so...According to my knowledge, the inhabitants of this haunted part of the world were jealous of the goddess, her happiness and a long-awaited dream, saying some untruth about her. They had to mix their fingers, bastards!From his mouth came the words that remained in my ears. He told her a lot... She somehow justified, and all because of the blindness and desire not to lose him. He does not listen; she goes without one word more... She remains desperate, angry and broken with pain in her chest, heart, soul. She could not bear this situation that the first, and perhaps the last quarrel between them, came about, after all. According to her subconscious, she thought that she would see him tomorrow and reconcile her because she wanted to do everything as before. She is impotent to keep her eyes awake. She left the park home and then right into her room. She stood at the end of the window for a few minutes and cried into the bed and as dead, fell asleep. It's been overnight, and beauty still sleeps...

Sleeping Beauty

 

She sleeps... She's in her sleep. I wonder, what's the dream? I've been observing for some time thinking about some irrelevant things. Wandering in my thoughts, I did not notice that she opened her eyes. The heat on her eyelids aroused her; the heat of the sun's rays spreading all over the room and uncomfortably hell. She stood up, rubbed her eyes and looked out the window. These eyes are looking at the distance as if they are looking for something... Soon she washed and drank coffee - the first thing she did every morning. She was scared to wait for the day. It did not go out... It seemed as if there was no will for life. From time to time she was increasingly sinking into the dark morning of her thoughts. It was annoying to watch! She smiled about something in her; as if she wanted to talk to someone. For the entire two hours of her life, she stared at the wall where there was nothing else to a crack that a thin, sparse thread had come through. Taking a book again she fell asleep. Does she do something other than sleeping all the time ?!The bell sounds... It was actually that bulky and rusty clock that, with its loud bell, upset her eyes that re-opened, but now, I think, it's different. It's as if he's pitying the world... That glory in two sea depths caressed everything she looked at. The rookie showed 21h. She started to get ready. Suddenly she hurried somewhere...The evening was quiet and sparse. Real July night. She pulled some cloths on her and came out, and I followed her. She wandered in parks and dark streets; she looked furious and exhausted. For a moment, the harmless shine in her eyes turned her glance into the look of a bitter and deadly goddess. Maybe she was sorry she had slept on such a beautiful day? Ma, she'll make up for it tomorrow, she's a good girl - something came from me. I did not even know why it was so much irony in me... Maybe she looked for the face of the person she wanted to see this morning before she slept with the book. I hear laughter. It was the laughter of a girl who was happy as our Goddess once. She stared at her a little better... God, that girl went with him; with whom Sandy Beauty is looking for all day! She felt humiliated, deceived, broken... She realized she was outcast. She sat in the park and smoked all her newly-applied mascara, then lit her cigarette. Thinking about everything..."What can I do?" She repeated continuously in her head. I guess she came up with something. She went home and walked into her room, and she immediately fell asleep as usual.The night was stellar and clear. The city was shrinking, and the street lamps were already flashing, as if something was important. I did not realize what ... New morning is near! The sky began to yellow again, and it was ready to embrace the new sun, and wash the moonlight. Finally! The first air came into the room through a small dying window where the fingerprints of her fingers and pink carmine were plotted. The other air was full of eyes, but nothing happened. She did not respond. She never woke up again; she stayed sleeping forever... Her morning coffee cooled down just like her body of beautiful shapes and lines. With the third air of the summer sun, she rose to heaven as an angel to whom the earthly life was consumed. I was confused. I felt guilty. I wondered what I actually was for her?!I got an answer - I was her Angel Guardian who was not able to save her from the scorn and the love pain she inflicted on her. Even today I feel like looking at me from high altitude, trying to tell me something, but it will not. Of course, unspecified - as before! I understand, it will preserve it for him and tell him when they meet again on their own. Somewhere... High. Up.