Monday, November 21, 2005

The Frozen Lips Of The Idol To Touch


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Once upon a time there were two writers. A man and a woman. One lived on one side of planet Earth, and the other lived on the other side of planet Earth. The writers started writing letters to each other, and after some time they fell in love with the words. They created worlds by words, magical worlds where they could be together in real, and the worlds they created floated through the universe. It was a small world where the writers made love with words, and God knows they were in love with nothing but words.
Anyhow, one day it had to stop. Who wants to be real in a story only? Things like that just cannot go on forever, because, try it; being in love with nothing but words is a dire thing. It is much like being in love with Betty Boop, or like being in love with Elvis Presley, or like being in love with God. You can never touch the superstar that you adore so deeply. And at night you reach out your hand in the darkness of your bedroom, just to imagine someone is there – the frozen lips of the idol to touch – but there are nothing but words, nothing but visions, and all these things come from the inside of you.
So, the two writers who were so deeply in love with the words, quit writing love letters and next they couldn’t write stories anymore. They couldn’t write stories for a long time because craving for each other’s words had eaten all their words that were meant for their stories. All they could do was gaze outside their windows, fixing their eyes to the skies, both on their own side of this planet, and then they whispered each other’s name.

The good thing about this story is that their love was over, and there wasn’t one word in the world, spoken or thought, that could renovate that.

For as far as I can remember, both writers are still alive and they don’t miss each other at all. They just write their stories again, because that’s what writers are for. To just write their stories, without being taken into custody by them.

Based on a true story.

1 comment:

Buter said...

Ok, listen, I've tried this stop snoring remedy of you on my spouse and it doesn't work. It suffocated him. Okay, I confess that stopped him from snoring, but I mean, that is no remedy but homocide, dear.

See you in court, I guess.