We joked and had fun. We drank more that day. The idea was welcomed. We drove all the way there. Up high, the view at our feet and the world ours. From so far away, the city seemed like another place. Shiny was in her light, awake, alive, intimate. The place that hosts our days and nights, unrecognizable from so high up, like another state.
That night, we didn’t care. Nothing at all. We were celebrating. Inside the car, with the city in the background. The distant lives of others seemed a lie. Nothing touched us near heaven. We didn’t care anymore. We believed the world belonged to us and we could fly high.
We laughed, drank, talked. We lived like the young kids should live. We didn’t care what the others, the adults, said. They don’t laugh anymore, they don’t make pranks, they don’t remember what it was like. Examples of a society that has forgotten, thinks that it knows, but is wrong. They live life strictly with sadness while we celebrate it. We still live it.
The whole world, our view. Our life. That’s how many nights we drove illegally before you got your license. So many nights we avoided danger, so many days we woke up alive. We’re still here, we shouted. We grew up with diplomas and got more certifications. Now, we should take life seriously, but we don’t.
Our soul seeks those that nourish it. The fun, the game, the extremes. The soul looks to the sky and dreams. She flies high with the rest of the stars. A universe that doesn’t divide, doesn’t blame, doesn’t hurt. We are all the same there. Love me. We feel. We live.
I remember her that night. That night gave us life until…
We would return. You were a new driver.
You were confused or dizzy. I didn’t understand what happened. All of a sudden. The laughter stopped at the fall. I know you felt the fall too. I remember. It was too late when you realized the mistake. We were flying. We were falling. Straight ahead.
Straight to the cliff.
Created by Diana Chemeris
Story in Greek:
https://fairytalesmaybereal.blogspot.com/2016/11/blog-post.html
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