Jasmine

Could have been.

Dreaming, thinking, almost feeling but not really sensing. Today I want to talk about lions.

The fierce ones, the predators, the honorable, the strong, the kind, the compassionate, the leader, the lover and the passionate.

There has been many a lions I have had the pleasure of meeting in my life.

Sometimes I remember this one. Inspiring it was. An encounter. For the least it changed my life. Not for the best perhaps but definitely one to commemorate. I beg your pardon. The one who listens deep into my heart for any misjudgement, or any wording that is off accuracy to my true being is merely out of theatrics I owe to my craft, and perhaps a bit of residue craze.

I saw him, we were introduced. Brought together by an artist as artists I hope. I thought what a clown this dude. He was in fact a clown. Identified himself as one too.

We talked for hours, spitting back and forth like a tap running on and on.

I woke up the next morning and he was staring at my face. It must’ve been a while I thought. Mere coincidence doesn’t just take place. He confessed that he had in fact been watching my slumber as I slept for two hours into our promised date. Breakfast. He cared not for it by the time I was ready. We walked nonetheless. Talked. Ate soup, ran an errand. I listened to his songs and he breathed fire to all that had wronged. I thought: it must be a problem, how angry he seems. Burning himself through the lava he blurts. I understand, I thought. It made sense. I felt, this must be what metaphysical means. All those stories I heard, all those times I thought; I am all alone and finally I was alongside one who just made sense.

I hope today the fact that I think so means just that it wasn’t as such as I thought but merely one from my world.

Today I want to talk about lions.

The moonlight draws me closer.