2: She never fell.

I had wondered how it could be possible to talk to such a luminous being without leaving me sightless or be able to maintain certain composure as whenever I got close to her I could feel her brightness go through me, lighting me up, leaving no nick or cranny left in which to hide myself in, leaving me bare and vulnerable to her. It was like as if she had been born with the keys to my every lock and when around her all my locks at once would start to tremble with emotion wondering if they could be opened to reveal that which for so long lay locked away, and which in fact they themselves had forgotten what it was they actually guarded.


By this time I had been in the dark for quite a while and at the risk of losing myself entirely, of dissolving my blackness in her radiance, I could find nothing left but to leap into her heavens of light. Such was the strength of her magnetism – intense yet never imposing – and my will to join it.

For me it was all beyond reason; her presence evoked in me a feeling of peace and awe beyond merely the territory of the heart. I cherished the tiniest moments spent by her side; a glance at her eyes could leave me absent, taking a part of me to a plain far removed from earth or sky, somewhere were both our daemons could shyly be with each other. There, time often seemed to change its pattern; like a sunset sometimes passing by too quickly, other times slow like the wait for dawn. And it felt right, even if it were only an illusion. It was beautiful to be there in those moments, by her glow, even if at a distance. It felt good to leave my darkness behind, even when after the light had gone it sometimes fell heavier upon me.


And so like a charcoal heading towards the core of a fire, fearing getting burned but wanting nonetheless to get close to its heart to not only become part of the blaze but more so hoping to unite with it to create an even brighter splendour, I strived to get closer to her until one day I finally got a glimpse of her true nature.
Her glow though brilliant was gentle and cool.


She was in fact not a being of fire but a being of light, whose incandescence stemmed from sources other than simple wood or oxygen. Formed from deepest affection, the strongest passion, and the rarest stardust her glow was nurtured by freedom and love. A star born into human form, her essence was evident only to those who could see past the blinding attraction of her physical beauty.
She had not fallen from the sky, not by mistake nor punishment, though she shared their gorgeous brightness and purity, was mystical and radiant but also troubled by human nature. Bruised, broken and burned life had gone ahead and begun teaching her the brutal frailty and aesthetic of our bodies, the confusion and wonder of our minds, the aches and vastness of our hearts and what it meant to combine them all into the complexity of her unique spirit. And yet somehow these tough earthly lessons were unable to dull her instead making her all the more beautiful as they fused with her heavenly soul, changing her glow from a crisp white-blue to an inimitable lavish purple, a colour so pure in its brilliance and spellbinding as the smell of lavender after the dew that one could not only see it during the sunniest of April days but which reached beyond one’s skin into one’s all.


And it made the stars above shimmer brighter; some did so in admiration whilst others in envy attempted to outshine her. So, luminous as they all were they were unable to match her sparkle, but like the sea does the moon, they reflected her image across their entire kingdom, further out than the confines of our mortal sight, thus turning the entire night time sky into her own constellation. It must have been so for whenever I looked towards the darkened heavens I could see nothing but her. It was her all around.

1: “Risks are worth taking. Mistakes are worth making.” Said the wise tea

He had been standing there for a while now, possibly for a few months. He had arrived with a friend sometime when the sun’s hottest from a foreign land and I had, or so I had thought, listened to what he had to say and kept him close by, because I knew I would eventually once again need to hear his wise, unselfish council.
But like an ancient statue, his meaning forgotten though still intact, he stood there for months, watching me sometimes forget and sometimes struggle to uphold what I had once deemed as a sign of reassurance for that necessary change to come, of finally shedding this old skin which every now and then still insists in making its presence be felt and which so hinders and threatens the pursuit of happiness.
And so the days passed by until the time came where circumstances would have his latent aura become present once more.

I had seen “it” - for at first it was somehow beyond me to even fully grasp a notion of her face - walking down the narrow stretch a few times, wondering what this “it” actually was that as the days went by kept drawing ever more to my attention. To this day I am still trying to understand its nature, past the beauty of those eyes alive with dreams and wonder, this nature which like a mysterious yet benign fog leads you to be lost and that prevents me from engraving her face in my mind leaving me only with a faint memory of her scent, and a blurry but unmistakable imprint of her beautiful intangible self.

So it was that slowly, through coincidence or fate, she burned some of her essence onto mine and the decision had to be taken whether to follow my heart’s intended footsteps or whether to listen to the voice of that vague and partial yet effective ancient universal figure that like a mighty marble monument sits in his court within all men.

It was then that he awoke, and without saying a word or making the slightest move, he fell into my eyes, briefly revealing his wisdom as though he had been constantly by my side, knowing that it was the precise moment. Quietly, calmly, he spoke into my soul with a gentle but assertive tone setting my inner voice ablaze with content, unleashing in a fleeting moment a warm glow that invaded me.

In that very instant I knew that no matter however many bruises I could stand to attain, something extremely pure, unique and beautiful beyond description would come of it. I knew, because in that very moment when it was born the presence of its mere origin shattered the marble figure’s imposing throne. And the promise of something that great was worth risking everything.

From then on I no longer lived in the same plain. It was and still is all unchartered territory, filled with uncertainty and surprises, a lovely place where magic and reality coincide.

Where we go remains to be seen.

But I’m glad to be here.

And it all started with a bit of tea.