The work in progress

The work in progress reached the point of regress as it was pointed out by the progressive regressor outpointed by the work in question.
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Minutes...

No I don't.
Shall we?
What if?
But...
Please...
Sometimes
I'd like
Would you?

I think the sparrow once came to say yes.

Six degrees of separation...

Six degrees of separation is the theory that anyone on the planet can be connected to any other person on the planet through a chain of acquaintances that has no more than five intermediaries.

Six degrees of separation... Only six people between you and me. Did you know that? Will you find me? Will you search for me?

It's been many years now since I embarked on this journey. We both did. You and I. Together, even though we've always been separated by time and space. I can't remember how it all began. Was it a train? a bus? maybe metro? or did simply begin by walking far away beyond the horizon of all these things that we knew from our everyday lives? I don't think I remember, do you? Your hair turned grey I guess... and so did mine, but I still smile to those memories of you... Do you smile when you think about me?
I know how it started. It all began with a dream that made us walk towards the unknown, towards each other. I was just a young girl then, a twelve year old child. And you? Do you remember how old were you at that time? I created you the way you created me.
It was that simple dream of being rather than having that made both of us walk for may days... I walked far away, and so did you I guess... We've changed a lot... You and I... But I don't regret, and neither do you I guess... Each day made us walk closer towards each other... So far away through time and space... so close...
Will you make tea for me? I'd love us to sit on the roof and watch the stars... I'd love to hear you teaching me about all the constellations above our heads...
Will you tell me a story before I sleep? I'll wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you thousands of silly stories of a silly girl who jumped once into a deep river...
Will you tell me a synonym for 'embark'? I need it for my story. I won't help you with synonyms much, but I would coin thousands of metaphors for you.
Do you paint? I think you do, but you don't tell anybody... but I'd love to see... Will you teach me about painting? I've just began to learn.
Do you have a dog? I'd love it if you do, but please tell him not to chase my cats too much... Could we work in an animal shelter for some time? Please...
Do you think we could build a house together? Only you and I, with our own hands? A house among thousand green trees by the lake...
Do you think communities really exist? or did they just steal the name and applied it to chilled out parties and high trips? Do you think we could find a real one? Would you take me there? To that place where we could be with people and write, act, learn, move, play, sing, paint, express... BE...
Will you exchange books with me? Have you read Murakami? Because I haven't, but I could tell you about Marquez... And could we start running a small library together? Do you think story telling is nice? Maybe we could read some stories to the kids together?
Will you laugh at my jokes? Will you let me run around the house for hours pretending that I speak with the French accent? Will you make me laugh when I cry?
Will you bare with me when I try to play the higher notes on the flute? I know I keep striking the false ones... Will you learn the piano for me?
Will you sit with me on the floor of the train by the doors and look outside for hours saying nothing?
Will you write letters to me? Will you keep them secretly under my pillow?
Will you teach me how to make a box?
Will you learn thousands of new things for me? And will you teach me them after that?
Will you let me steal your shirt in the morning?
Will you make me work on my core and biceps a bit? Will you make me fly?
Will you paint me when I'm old?


Are you smiling now when you think about me the way I'm smiling now thinking about you?

It's been a long journey... Would you like to sit with a cup of tea?

The Parrot's Squawk...

She never learnt how to speak... Speaking is for others. They have all these beautiful words that they gift you at every occasion. I remain silent. The only words that come to my mind are those silly ones that you laugh at... 'You do like a good quarrel' you said...
And then I go home alone... And I sit... and write... and paint...