Lonely, in peace

"The inexplicable reality of not influencing anything. Nor summon, however the skills and will, the undeniable value and even, the need of that someone to purpose and to build. That someone to protect and to follow. But, it's not a matter of fate or luck to think about someone's failure to rally and influence, it is the context and the mediocrity of the others. Envy and fear together because the little value of the majority is exposed. As well as the lousy imagination and lack of courage of the mass. So, may be, individually, fear persists, but not cowardice. The mountains had managed to give him not peace, but that non-answer to questions that did not depend of him. At the end - he says - it was the fucking win. No more. No inspirations, purposes, excuses, reasons or any explanation possible. The silence in the mountain, the simplicity of the contemplation without thinking in the next day and the necessary reasons to life, they reduced the existence to calm sunrises and magnificent sunsets. Lonely, in peace. 

However, the insistence seems to be necessary, like a repetitive echo so that a some point, someone understands that it is their own voice. It is better to speak about persistence and not to use stubbornness in a world of present days. The opportunity in the world without memory and with individual secret dreams, because the desires are no longer shared. Lonely, in peace, an human achieves to transcend despair but may fall into sadness one or another afternoon.  He loved not to think but to feel: He didn't even see a line in the middle of the white snow, he just left it behind him. The powder guided his body movements and even the speed. Even the smile. As much as the body and the of those women the times that not only he possessed them but also, he loved each one of his muses and devils. Once in the lower part of the mountain, seeing that line behind him, he understood that they were the ones who possessed him. But he loved them. Then, he decided to go back up the mountain to descend one beautiful more time. 

Nowadays, there are doubts about those who today influence or impact from the block to the world. Only of people of who from ten years before actually dit it, when to be influencer there are not a monetizable action. The real influence to change civilisation and feelings and to impact in the shared dreams and actions more than the next two hours of the interest group existence, because that is what communities have become. It was not easy to find words after years. He did not think about the sadness of the past, of when she left him, of when he had to endure seeing her with another man (very quickly) or even discovering how difficult it was for him to adapt to other bodies, so he would be fascinated with women. She had some nervousness. She was walking next to her current lover without taking his hand, and she felt calm when only that old love, because she knew that he loved her very much, smiled her. A lonely, peaceful and reassuring smile. She still smiled back to him. Sincere. But she would have wanted to at least her his voice for a second. But nevertheless, the look of his face told her everything. And despite the sadness, she felt peace. 

The words that remain despite the shouts and noises of those who impact today, give calm. Humans from other times and languages that remind some laggards, who are not solitary beings. Laggards behind who or what? It is not a question fo misunderstanding but appraisals. What is important in the context, such as providing and possessing.  And in really, it would not seem to be bad, but it is that other background are known. And desperation overrides insistence. The rap in the background made them ignore their voices but not the taste of their voices. He thought that he should have keep quiet when she told him that she loved him and he told her that it wasn't love. That night, she had her orgasms hours later, after tears, ridiculous explanations of he, and she thought that she shouldn't have told him either. But she loved him and he loved her too. But in the background, they would just be lovers, quickly. Lovers are that, love and desire, sincerely. 

Now seems to be about fashion and the transcendence seems to be tendency. A trend of a massive social movement without reason. (However, there are a reason, the the benefit of those who sell the trend). So, individual who remain thinking and making things for expansion and life, may be now, they are lonely and poor. Silenced by the noise of those unable to appropriate even the language. However, their names will appear before other humans, in the great time. Another humanity and its words not only remembered, but also learned. He just listened to her. Friday, and she had been so silent longtime that now she needed to be heard and he did. Friday, of course, he enjoyed her moans, her lips on his body. Today, thinking in her body trapping him between her legs, he remember in peace the stories and laughs. Will she remember? He told himself while drinking a black beer seeing the snow falling in the mountain. He thought of her, but he didn't miss her.