I opened up the door last week with this weird feeling. It was neither curiosity nor any other familiar feeling, but something had me up from my couch and made me do it. Then it hits me. Behind last day’s left over something was looking at me and smiling, all blushed and fresh. I close the door simultaneously and go back to my seat trying to mind my own business. Then, slowly, without me wanting this, I walk back to the room, stand next to the door, hoping she would notice me. Did she? I could never know unless I open it again. Should I? I mean I want to! Can’t get that smile out of my mind. Be a man young fellow! So I take what’s left of my balls and open the door quickly but still make myself appear like I am looking for something else, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tender skin. But whom was I fooling? Her?
We make eye contact and I become red, like her, but more…
That look! It can wake up a dying zombie; it can sober a drunken monkey.
She smiles!
She was the prettiest tomato I have ever seen
PICELESS FREEDOM
I once talked to a slave and made him look like he is a genie. No one appreciates this comparison. I even felt bad for doing so, but I had to, to get that slave back. I should have just given him his freedom… A genie, all-powerful as he may seem, is just a slave in a bottle and you can never be friends as long as he sees a master in you.
I will set my slave free, but not today. I still have one wish to ask and then I will set him free. I think I will…
- I wish you’d be my friend!
- Your wish is my command, said my enslaved genie, and that made me smile…
- This is all I wanted from you. Now go… you are free!
The Genie disappeared and shaped himself back as a friend and came close, looked at me and smiled back. A smile so fake, it couldn’t have hit me more! Is he my friend now because I wished for it? Was that a pity smile I received? Am I doomed to an eternal friendship, which will never change, vary or vanish?
So I ignored my new friend.
He called I did not answer
He tried to reach out for me but I pushed him away
Last I heard, a genie friend killed himself. The news said it was the lack of attention…
What have I done? Was it bad to wish for a friend? Was it bad to free slaved mind?
I think I should have freed the genie and then wished for his friendship… but then he would have neglected my proposition. I mean it is possible! He has his own mind now.
I wanted a slaved genie as a friend… I should have freed him first… now I lost both.
I will set my slave free, but not today. I still have one wish to ask and then I will set him free. I think I will…
- I wish you’d be my friend!
- Your wish is my command, said my enslaved genie, and that made me smile…
- This is all I wanted from you. Now go… you are free!
The Genie disappeared and shaped himself back as a friend and came close, looked at me and smiled back. A smile so fake, it couldn’t have hit me more! Is he my friend now because I wished for it? Was that a pity smile I received? Am I doomed to an eternal friendship, which will never change, vary or vanish?
So I ignored my new friend.
He called I did not answer
He tried to reach out for me but I pushed him away
Last I heard, a genie friend killed himself. The news said it was the lack of attention…
What have I done? Was it bad to wish for a friend? Was it bad to free slaved mind?
I think I should have freed the genie and then wished for his friendship… but then he would have neglected my proposition. I mean it is possible! He has his own mind now.
I wanted a slaved genie as a friend… I should have freed him first… now I lost both.
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