Where do you disappear, my elusive fairy? I am mad with longing for you, for the image of you that haunts my thoughts. A vision in my mind, yet so real, I plead for you to emerge into reality—just for God’s sake. My thoughts are captivated, my words tangled, and I am torn—should I remain silent, or should I speak the truth of this aching pain that stirs within me? You are a ventriloquist, present in ways I can’t explain, like the delicate touch of frankincense. I can feel you, I can sense your presence, though I know you belong to a world so distinct, so fragile, so distant from mine.
I live in this isolation, melancholy my constant companion. You seduce my senses, my soul, my imagination, and I wonder—are you a wonderful parable, a dream that lingers just out of reach, or perhaps an apprehension, a mystery I will never unravel? Every stone I see, every statue I touch, carries your voice within me—exuberant yet so blurred, as if caught between reality and fantasy. My feelings, mystical and magical, shift like illusions, and in a fraction of a second, they shatter like fragile glass.
Every word I read seems to be of you, every image I conjure is of you. Every poem I write, every paradox I ponder, carries your essence. You are transparent in this ethereal world, yet no image of you exists in my hands. I cannot capture you, cannot portray you. I long for you to emerge, to step into this magical canvas I hold, and show me your true form. See the pain within me, the ecstasy that bursts into light, only to dissolve into nothingness. All that remains is solitude, and me, alone with this image, this myth that haunts my soul.
An image in my mind… please, emerge into reality, for God’s sake.