We were on our way home from the university, it was colder than the normal weather that this city was used to. Everything was hazy and a fog was incessantly overwhelming the place. Everyone was clearly shivering from the cold. We were waiting for a friend that left a book or a binder in the room that we held the meeting at. I was wondering why it was smelling like rotten meat beyond the few meters of horizon in front of us. It was getting very difficult to decipher my surroundings because of the nuisance of a weather. They were muttering words that were a little bit louder than usual, while I was busy looking at my damned phone waiting for a call. 

Someone screeched a shout. It was a lady friend of mine whom the eerie sound came from, I reckon her vocal cords were in good shape, though. Everyone jumped to their wits, even me who were used to watching scary films at night. We looked at the figure that was slowly approaching us, it was just a lowly-looking beggar who was limping towards our group. But why? Guards were not supposed to let strangers into the school premises, especially at this kind of time. It was nearly midnight on my watch. Some heaved a breath of air to slow down their heartbeats. The image of the man continued to solidify as he came closer, and everyone’s heartbeats started racing again. How fun.

He wore a dirty, brown robe. It was tinted by a red vivid hue, his eyes were completely black, not a sliver of white could be found. Fangs were clearly visible from our perspectives, and his skin was white as snow. Sorry for the fairy-tale fetched description, though. Everyone was flabbergasted by the man. All of those were just an appetizer to a vision so gnarly, a few members of my group cannot contain the horror that their feelings hid. He apparently beheaded two of the guards, he was holding the evidence. Two severed heads dangling from his hands. He grinned like the devil himself.

He was now prattling like a madman. I will kill all you, fucks, easily. The lady friend who squealed a while ago now had the audacity to shout back, who are you? What are you? Why in the world are you doing this? The man answered back, Why? It is in my nature, I am an alpha. I am, what you humans call, a vampire. And for that, pretty lady, you will be the next in my bloody frenzy. He bowed as he uttered the final word. Slowly, he dropped the decapitated human heads. He composed himself like a gentleman, a morbid gentleman who was ready to devour his prey. 

Before I could even shout to the group to go back to the building, the vamp darted towards my lady friend. I could see his claws inches away from her neck, I grabbed his neck even if he was fast. I took hold of it and threw him away like a rag doll. I now had the time to tell them to run back to the building and lock themselves in. The almost clawed lady hesitated to leave me, but I told a guy friend to grab her and go. I know I could take care of this sucker. It had been a while since I had a good fight, and it was a half moon tonight. Delicious. 

They were looking at me and the vamp, I knew it. Damn those glass doors. I wondered if they will look at me the same after this. Who am I kidding? Meh. The man started to stand up, I heard his bones crackling, I laughed. He stared at me with wide, darting, black eyes. He blabbered, who are you? I shouted back, your worst nightmare, nigga. I loosed my tense muscles, the pupils of my eyes transitioned like of a cat’s, claws started to appear on my fingernails and toes, damn, I forgot about my new shoes! Hair growing into my face, sharping the contours of my features, making me look like Elvis who has not shaved for a while, a long while. My fangs, which was bigger and badder than his, started to appear. I love these babies. 

The blood sucker’s face was serious now. By his expression, I reckon he had not had an encounter with a werewolf in his miserable life. Too bad I have to end his in a bit, nobody messes with the lady I like. Then I heard him say, fuck this! He darted towards me, he was fast for the untrained eye of a human, for me, he was slow, too slow, indeed. I just stood there with a clenched fist and hit him right in the nose. He pummeled to the ground. As he was struggling to his feet, I was gone in his perspective. He shouted, where are you? Show yourself?! He was going to die if that happens again, I was literally at his back. I whispered in his ear, au revoir, mothersucker, andI pulled out his throat. He turned to ashes, I like how they disappear. No mess to clean up, no blood except on your hands, quite efficient if you ask me. 

Now, where is my shirt? They always get lost when I transform. I needed to talk to a fellow regarding that sill issue, but first, I needed to talk to the mates in the building. They needed to keep their mouths shut, or I will have to kill them, too. As for the lady friend, at least I know she is safe. For now. Her mouth will get her into trouble again if she does not learn when to stop being fucking courageous. Sheesh. 

Remember the days that I was joking about the subtle things that may or may not seem important to you or to me? Still, the feelings that developed were like a photo in the 90’s era, it had a tedious process. Every moment that passed by, every second with you, and every time that I looked into your bright grey eyes, I knew I was done for, I knew I was falling. Just as the leaves do in due time.

I think of the things that I truly want to say, I contemplate on the things that can make my humble words worth reading, to convey the words that were captured by my heart and mind were complicated, simply because you were the one I was writing this for. Lovely, you are the very definition of the word. In an instant, the songs that you chose were the rhythm of my heart. Keeping you in my mind is as simple as uttering the alphabet. Everything about you is a refreshing lesson about a thing that I did not want to feel.

You were the lady in my dreams, you were the damsel in the dress that I envisioned in my reveries, I cannot deny the fact that you are the one that my songs tell me. Of all the people, it was you all along. Understand that this may sound stupid or cheesy or corny for most. Still, I just wanted to say these things in my head, I am not asking for anything in return, I am not asking for a shot or a chance, I am just telling a story of a kid who fell in love.

Imagine a place where roses, sunflowers, and lilacs bloom incessantly, the grass are vividly green, Mr. Sun is always shining, and the cool, windy breeze likes to damp in one’s face. Imagine a world where gardens are abundant, where the musicality of modern and old jazz combines triumphantly into a mesmerizing symphony. Imagine just to sit under an old oak tree, reading a novel about sword fights or a life-changing phenomenon, and smiling throughout that day. Imagine that place being in a high stature, like a small hill. Imagine that day has no worries to ponder upon, no problems, just pure light in heart and mind. Imagine a day where rain very slowly and lightly trickle upon the land making it better. A day where kisses and hugs from a love one seems to never stop, a day where a hand is always touching and grasping yours, a lady who will take care of the food when one is famished. A day that may seem ephemeral, but that is the reason why it makes it extra special. 

This, my dear friends, is where my beautiful bliss lies.

All I do is love. It may sound sappy, cheesy and corny, but it is true. I love the sceneries I look upon everyday and every night. I love the people I am with, I love the strangers I see and meet, I love every breath that I take in this ephemeral life. Why? Because it is the only thing that cannot make this world implode, it is the only thing that can convey hope, it is what it is. Whatever faults that humanity gives to the title or name, it would never tarnish the real, raw, pure love that radiates from entities and elements that accepts it. 

Love pertains to the everyday joy that life brings, love is the sadness from a newly broken heart, love is everything from the moment when the alarm rings and a new day flashes before our eyes. Love is more than the couples kissing in alleyways or parks, love is beyond holding hands, love is more than what we perceive it to be. Love is the tear that trickles down your face, love is the glee that your heart feels, love is the whisper of the wind in a summer’s day, love is around us always and forever.

All we do is love. Simple, unique, ubiquitous, subtle, beautiful. It is energy that never stops circulating in this universe, it can only be transferred. It is the he or she who is with you tonight, it is the food that makes you crave, it is everything that makes you crazy or behave. Love, never overrated nor dictated. Love, always alive and on fire. So, smile!

A love written in cursive, a stunning form of writing, a well-versed story in a very clever and humorously-constructed plot. A comedic kind of love written by the people who had their hearts broken, why? That is because they know the feeling of being left chopped, broken, and screwed with a hint of seasoning here and there. Yes, a love story written by emotionally-demented bastards. How ironic, indeed. 

A love depicted and acted upon by Matthew McConaughey, that fool always has the most amazing love endings. How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days? Ghosts Of Girlfriends Past? Failure To Launch? Tell me where in these titles did he not have a good story that ended with a beautiful night or day sealed with a kiss? A kind of love like the characters that this man had played, how easy would it be.

A love story with the harmony of jazz playing in the background. The piano keys slowly trickling down the window pane, the trumpets beating fast in the bedroom door, raspy voices by my favorite all time singers like Fats Waller, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, or even Jamie Cullum! That would be the icing in a perfect love story that my sober mind can create right now. How beautiful, indeed. 

I saw her now, under the bright blue moon, upon the brink of falling to the ground from the ten-story tower that she was locked in by the wicked witch of the west. I saw her long-golden hair, her face was a symphony of distraught and depression. Yes, she was the one I was looking for, she was the reason that I rode my horse for three nights, she was my damsel in complete distress that I want to undress, more or less. 

I shouted as loud as I could to that beautiful silhouette, her head turned towards me, I can see her pearly whites transition to an upside-down frown, it was dazzling, I tell ya! She wanted to throw her unbelievably long hair for me to grab and climb, but my mind was telling me that there might be termites and fleas in those unwashed curls, ugh. Good thing my rock climbing skills were good enough and the tower had more than enough cracks to break down any day. Cheers for thinking straight, self. Slowly I rose to the top like a climber climbing a tower, what…wait..trap..I am a climber climbing a tower. As the music in my head plays like those thriller schemes in action movies, I saw her hand reach out for me. I grabbed the smooth contours of her palm, but suddenly.

I felt a force much greater than anything I have ever experienced, she threw me into the room like I was a broomstick that could easily break. Everything came to a light when I saw her face, she was an ogre for goodness’ sake! That smirk I shall never forget. It was terrifying, it was despicable, she was cruel. She literally tossed me around like a toy, she tried to break me, she tried to bite me, then I saw the chance of escaping. I jumped out of the window and luckily, I landed on a bush. So much for a possible coitus with a hot chick, she was like every lady I have dated, leaving me kicking and screaming and wanting to jump out of metaphorical windows. 

No matter what you say, no matter what you do, no matter how you would contradict it, we are living a fast life. Everyday, we are stuck in a metaphorical treadmill that goes faster every time that we wake up. Sometimes, we do not accept the fact that as we grow older, we have things in our silver platter that are becoming more and more important. That is part of life, to evolve. Why do you think that we have e-mails, blogs, and social networking sites?

Instant coffee, faster food delivery, LBC, and whatnot, we are in an era of quick-as-the-rabbit-that-jumped-in-the-top-hat. We are in a realm where we need to accelerate our thinking or else, it will deter us from elevating our lives. To catch up with the latest are some people’s habits, to surpass the other guy is another man’s hobby, and even sperm cells are racing for the light that seems heavenly. We are the generation of speed, we are the  generation of agility, and sadly, WE FORGET TO SLOW DOWN.

Slow walks are a beautiful reminder of the thing we are losing sight of, reading books in a hot summer’s day with a cold cup of coffee with four ice cubes is a good practice to bring it back, napping in a busy day is such a sweet thing that every person needs to do, and praying in time of troubling times is a trait that I would never forget to do when things go berserk. We are a generation of fast busters but we are also a generation of choices. Choose to slow down for a little while, yes? :)

Hey, you! Yes, you! I just wanted to blabber about the one thing that you do not know, presuming of course. We could be astronauts, we could be giants, we could be men who would never stop flying. We could be flowers, we could be sunlight, we could be towers with remarkable height. We could be lovers, we could be flings, we could be bees without the stings. We could be sorrow, we could be flight, we could see everything in sight. We could be alarming, we could be subtle, but never in a debacle.

Yes, you. You can be my eyes, you can be my heart, you can be the one that I call art. You can be my ears, you can be my tears, you can be the the music that everyone shall hear. You can be my strength, you can be my weakness, and you can be the reason for my utter happiness. You can be my sadness, you can be my gladness, you can be my rise, you certainly can be my fall. You can be my big things, you can be my little things, you can be my anything and everything, if you choose to be with me.

Me, yes, me. Me who can be your Shakespeare, me who can be your Hamlet, me who can be everything but never a threat. Me who is always wishing, me who is always dreaming, me who is always listening to every word you say. Me a mere mortal, me in a trance, me in a reverie concluded by chance. Me, just me. You, all of you. We, hopefully. Us, trust us.