Stars.

- You know, everything dies.

We were together, sitting in the rooftop. I had climbed on my own, but she knew where to find me. She always did. 

- What do you mean? - I looked at her, surprised by the sudden statement.
- Nothing stays forever. Nothing lives eternally- she laid back, looking at the sky- not even those stars. They will all die someday.

I waited. I knew that, when she was in this kind of mood, she did not want questions, but answers.

- Even we will die someday. Probably sooner than them. And people never acknowledge it.- She raised her hand up, pointing at the clouds.- They are never grateful about timing. No one ever says, "Oh, I'm so happy Polaris is still alive when I came around, I really wanted to see her!", never.

I looked at the clear blue sky. The sun was hidden behind a quite large cloud, so it didn't hurt.

- They give it for granted, don't they?

And her final question came, with way more significance behind the words.

- Yeah. It's easier for them that way. - I answered.

And we looked up at the sky.

About the weather.

"-Have you ever heard about, hmm, wind? I'm pretty sure you have, but just in case, wind is that beautiful sensation of freedom, tha-
-Come on, grandma, not again! You are always trying to confuse us. Wind isn't freedom, wind is moving air!
-Thats right! We learnt it in school last week! And they also told us rain isn't caused by your heart overflowing with emotion and bursting out, but because water is heavy!

The twins were looking at me, scolding me lovingly. But I had to tell them.

-That is wind, alright... and that is why it rains. Both are true, of course... but that's not all of it, is it? You can always say warmth is your molecules vibrating faster, but you kids should also remember it's other, older definition; warmth is that calmness, that healing you feel inside. You should never forget the human meaning of weather phenomena, as it sometimes is as important as the scientific one..."

Hey, you there!

Hey, you!
No, not the one behind you. The one who's looking at the clouds - yeah, you!
Hey, how are you doing? Do you like these snippets of my mind?
I'd love to hear about what you think, seriously! Maybe you could write something down there? Or, if you are shy, there are some lovely reaction buttons! Or you could just subscribe so I know you are there, that you enjoy reading this.
That maybe, just maybe, I'm helping you to cope with the turmoil you have inside, or giving you fuzzy, warm feelings, or calming your sadness, if only for a bit.
That maybe, just maybe, I'm reaching out to you.

Love, Chocolate

Fearless (2)

I mean, when you act fearlessly, there are two main options when it comes down to the cause – at least in theory, that is:
- You are 100% sure that you can’t possibly, under any circumstances, ever, lose that that is precious to you,
- Or you don’t care for anything. At all.
And, as funny as it may sound, I know myself. I know it’s utterly impossible for me to be sure about anything, so, rest assured, I won’t be sure about anything important.

Drowning.

Drowning.

I'm drowning, deeper and deeper and deeper.

I can still see the light. It's far away, but I could still reach it if I tried. I'm not sure if I want to try, tho. Drowning, I get further and further. Water tries to get inside my body.

But it won't.

I won't let it drown me. I will be strong, I will get out. Now I'm certain - I can't let myself drown, I can't let it end here.

I've got someone to protect. And if I'm not here, no one will love them as much as I do.

So I'll breathe again.

Careful there.

Oh, here we are again.
What is it this time? Did you get bored and decided to wake up the rabbits while it was their break? Or did you notice a couple of slight mistakes - the kind of thing that doesn't matter at all - in your teachers' speeches, and weren't able to stop yourself from correcting them?
I mean, I know you, and I know how you work. I know what makes you tickle, what you can't control.
But they don't, hun. 
So you must understand they won't understand.

Cycle.

ay after day,

Night after night

I can see the moments

Disappear as they go by

Things that have happened

That will never come back

Returning is impossible

Everything goes through that crack

But there's no sorrow

No problem out of it

Because even if they go away

Even if you can't redo as you see fit

There's time, little one,

For more and more life

Not the same, not exactly

But don't worry, don't mind

There will be new magic

New starts, new ends

New life around, new things for you

New memories, filled with happiness.

Fearless (1)

ecoming fearless is one of my biggest fears. Why, you may ask?
 Well, I think being fearless is one of the most horrible things you can be. Not because of the fact of being fearless, but because of what it actually means.

Fearing means you care. You care about something, or someone, so you are afraid of losing it (or them), and that’s because what you care for is important. It may sound silly, but why would it be?
I mean, it’s about important stuff, after all.

Fearless people, or rather, fearless attitudes, are usually seen like something good.
Why? 

Snow.

Magic, magic in the sky. Not the kind of shinies, not the kind of angels... there's magic of the most real, the truest kind. Magic that flows around.

Why is it there? Because it is cold. There's small clouds in front of your face, you feel the cold creeping inside you.

You feel it waking you up, making you feel alive. You jump, you run. You shout, happy and alive.

And there's magic.

Here.

or all of you that feel down, who are used to cry rivers. For all of you that feel they don't deserve to be cheered up, to be carried, to be considered worthy.
All of you that have been attacked, not by words or weapons, but by your own feelings, your own self. All of you that, may it be because of your enviroment, stress, problems, or just genetics, feel useless, or failures, or simply wrong.

I'm here with you.

Breathe.

I think breathing is something we should stop and consider from time to time.

We take some air in, some air out - unconsciously, automatically. We don't enjoy it. We don't notice it, most of the time.

Breathing is important, but it goes unnoticed.

What other important things won't we see?

Iddle chat.

That's why — she said — I like iddle chat.

Talking is important.

Getting to know who you talk to is important.

But, truly... letting people know, by spending time with them, that you like them, that you treasure their jokes and rattle - that you appreciate the time that has passed while you were with them, and that you appreciate being able to keep enjoying more of their company - truly, that's the most vital, most sacred function of iddle chat.

Epicity.

Epic.

Not epic in the slaying-monsters-and-defeating-evil way, or the moving-hearts-with-fake-words way.

No, of course not — some of us can't do those things. Can't save the world, or lie.

But what about doing what feels right? What about doing stuff just because it's the correct thing to do?

That's also epic.

Rain.

It rains.

There's umbrellas for those who go out. There's people who stay at home. Cars need to go slower, as they can trip. People need to go slower, as they can step into a puddle.

It's raining.

What happened with those who got out and danced? What happened to those who were happy under the falling water?

What happened to those who cried, now that the rain could hide their tears? What happened to those who laughed, full of the joy of being alive?

Where are they? Where are the ones who love rain, now that it rains?