As the
leaves began falling, it was time for a joyful break, so as to maintain the
boundaries tight and to meet, once again, the learned land.
Received
with smiles, I felt at home. Nevermind my tied tongue, nevermind my little
knowledge of the deeper stakes of those near strangers.
He's grown alright!, I noticed.
A cold
evening took place, while I met the hand of such a kind stranger, so kind it
was hard for my always suspicious mind to promptly accept.
The stones
and the ice were gradually broken as we steered against a cannon that cast all
rainbow colours.
The troop
marched in. The captain greeted me in.
Shalt thou not fault,
For my guidance shalt thou not be without!, he shouted.
And he
continued, We are the freedom-fighters,
the hedonists,
The luring-runners, the extremists!
It was the
city army of unconditional bliss welcoming my – temporary – membership.
The
outsider I was called, in a language I could not, indeed, quite understand.
None of it
would matter, for my way was made and the catwalks of glamour were opened.
Our skins
would, themselves, shine in radiant colours. A radioactive star was planted in
my chest.
The night
stunned us all.
But we were
then alone.
Three steps
inside the city. Three steps away from home.
I have
perhaps grown up too abruptly since last year. Family deals, family matters. If
only they knew how much I care.
And as I
childishly spoke vain, empty words, messing with the forbidden zone,
as I was
still pouring glitter out of my skin
as I was
still feeling the razzle-dazzle of the previous days,
I left.
Not moved
in the slightest, not having any cares.
Still,
deeply thankful, to the extremist that saved my life.
--
A few days later, the
metropolis.
The time
had come.
I was faced
with the monsters.
They exist.
They know my name. They can summon me into the dark.
While no
hope was given, I was feeling, at least, slightly comforted.
The more
intimate conversation did get my nerves alright.
After
having a revealing and enchanting occasional dinner, I rushed back to the hotel
room.
For
metropolis nights are, well, metropolis nights.
I was then faced
with another extremist – deployed from the hometown, a short-sized figure that
moved all the way in, for the war of love and self-discovery.
I was
approached for a battle. Apparently I was stronger.
The endless night
when I made an extremist cry
Many days
later, it seemed.
Rain was
pouring, coldness was falling; the metropolis was, in its best, showing what a
gloomy face it may turn to me.
So I went
for my personal quests.
Sword in
hands, it was time to fight an enemy.
A proper
match was proposed and I was up for pretty much anything.
That was
when I met the extremist.
Enchanted
by the wonders of the capitalist world, where everything functions and no
better standard of life may be reached, the extremist had a vision.
And
information.
And as much
strength as one can carry in one's heart.
Fight the
enemy, fight for your ideas, fight for your own cry!, the extremist kept yelling
out, bragging out.
I was
allured into the savage garden of the extremist's idealistic mansion, offering
nothing else than a very humble habitation.
After a
fight of worlds, we swam into the soft wings of fabric, where we shout our very
own manifesto in loud, fuzzy, trembling voices.
And a
personal, not yet repeated achievement was – finally – accomplished.
Oh God, I finally feel myself free from the
cafè flesh days of yore.
Wrong
nights, good companies, bad companies.
In a nest
with the wolves, I was welcomed with jeers.
For a
night, I was the villain pouring blood out of this mouth.
Unfortunately,
no one knew the slightest.
This is,
may I say, a fair price for me being so silly.
Sun went
up.
By the noon
I left, for I could not stand another night falling in my shoulders.
There was
no point to it.
After
battling these extremists, my mission seemed accomplished for a while.
After being
faced with the monsters, I could not help but frown and realize.
My quest will never be over.
My quest will never be over.
Fight the enemy, dear
reader!
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