Sometimes you just need to write what pops up into your head
One day; not so long ago, I decided 2 let Poetry come knocking on my door again, but three minutes later I changed my mind, but then again 4 some reason I changed my mind again. You could say that Poetry was flirting with me and finally Poetry won my heart. I really don’t know if this following number is correct, but I think there has been five moments in my life when a Poem comes to be alive, meaning that in some way or another all or almost everything written on it, comes to be true. It’s like if Poetry had a 6th. sense of what is going to happen next. Sometimes this kind of art makes me feel like I am in 7th. Heaven and I truly believe it is like a magic ball number 8. Nine minutes into this writing and I am starting to feel a poem traveling through the air and at this precise instant this is my tenth time at trying to catch it, but I just can’t. Maybe it will happen on the 11th try or on the 12th, or on the 13th, by the way, is this number unlucky? “For the 14th time I’m telling you that that number is not unlucky!!!” (Says a voice in the background) but I must confess that 15 times in a row that thought has been on my mind. You know what, I need a break “What you need is to play with the numbers, you need to find meaning to the numbers, after all, numbers are the universal language.” (Says again that little voice in my head) I decide not to listen and suddenly a text arrives into my phone and says: “Don’t forget to bring the candles, remember we need 16 to be precise, xoxo, 17″ Yeah! That was my friend Denisse, long story short; I have two good friends with that name, they were even born on the same month and the same year and because they have really uncool last names I call them by their days of birth: 17 & 18 something that pop into my head at the age of ten and got stuck with the three of us since then. So I walk through the door and closed it behind me. I go for a walk and when I arrived home there are 19 new messages waiting for me on my answering machine. At this precise moment I’m kind of seeing a pattern, coincidence? Perhaps it is. I decided then to turn the radio on and then this happens: “Hey guys out there, if you call us and it happens that you are our 20th. caller; a big surprise will be waiting for you in our offices” So I call but then I was the unlucky 21 caller. Suddenly I thought that 21 is a lucky number somewhere else like in the Casino, not far away from here, yeah! the Casino on the 22nd. Street; coincidence? I don’t think so. Suddenly I remember the movie “23” with Jim Carrey and for some strange reason I turned the tv on and there it was. So just like in one scene from the movie I decided to play around with the following number, yeah you gussed it right, the 24 with my almost Bible book call: Eat Pray & Love so here we go; (Introduction chapter) I get: Also these focused when idea number threes. Then I said to myself, this is stupid; so I went to my computer and I opened my facebook account and I started to read and suddenly I read: “It’s International Book Week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don’t mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your status: “Christian rolls his eyes.” So I decided to do it but instead of the 52 I do it on the 25th. page and here the result: “Addiction begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never even dared to admit that you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement.” And that first Word (Addiction) I took it as a sign, so now forgive me Ieaving this writing right here, right now, but before I go, let me just say that this nonsense post that I’m sharing with you I started it as a way to celebrate all of you my fellow followers. My reason it is really complicated so I will tell you later, when I finish this celebration in your honor.