Mirror of Time

Have you ever felt in time as it’s one second.

I still remember that 5 years old kid, I remember him while his mother is feeding him, wondering her which kinds of food he likes, cause everything is new for him, the smell, the colors, and my mom’s food still the most delicious I ever tasted, and once I finish, she wipes my mouth with a smooth napkin, then takes me to the tub.

She lifts me up, so I can reach the water, then starts washing them, I can remember the taste of soap entering my mouth, the sound of her bracelets under the water, making quiet and elegant sound.

There was a mirror over the tub, when I stand on my feet, I can barely see top of my head, and when I jump, I see my face for a moment, then I go back to the land.

Once I decided to see my whole face on that mirror, I wanted to feel like grownups when they wash their hands, I brought a chair, and stand on it, then I looked to myself, I started to smile and laugh, Aha, here I am.

Then I stopped smiling, I saw my eyes, those eyes which all the people talk about their beauty, it’s weird that pupil, it’s like you are seeing someone in it, at that moment, I made a wish with all my power, I said: “Oh God, I wish I can see my whole self at the mirror without a chair”.

Year goes, and year comes, worries and problems, joy and happiness, they went without return, I’m now 22 years old on this earth, as usual, I finished my lunch, heading to the tub to wash my hands without any difficult, and as I dry my face, I started to look at the mirror, doing silly faces, suddenly I felt a wave of heat invading my body, Then I felt like all my blood frozen in my veins, followed with a soft shudder.

Like I knew this moment before, I have seen it somewhere, it’s like when the elevator just going down, you feel unbalanced, and your head starts quickly to match the images, before the moment goes.

You don’t want to miss this moment, you want to remember when you felt this before, you know you can do it, but you need more time, don’t move, don’t change anything, image after image, sound after sound, and flashbacks, come on, come on, where are you when I need you, talking to my memory.

Finally, I stopped, looking at my eye’s pupil reflection, smiling, I knew what happened.

I have been bigger [grown up], but why my dreams are smaller.

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Love birds are terrorists

The cage is big and wide, still they are not singing, damn these little nasty birds, what’s wrong with them not singing, they were two love birds, blue which is female, and green who is male, I built them a small nest, few months later, the female put 4 small eggs, she started to hatch them, but they still not singing, what’s wrong?.

I entered my hand and started to chase one of them, you can see them flying from a corner to another, almost their breath is taken, I looked at the mother in her nest, I took a stick and started annoying her to leave her eggs, she moved away looking to the nest, feeling scare that I may do something wrong to them, I knew she is interested in her eggs, but I just love to annoy them.

I let them for a while, cause their full surrender to me, gave me a desire to annoy them more, this time I brought water spray, I pushed it toward them, till all their feather is wet, the mother and father came out of the nest drying their wings, at this moments, I stroke their nest and smashed it down, the eggs were totally ruined, mother and father gone crazy.

I hated their ugly voice screaming at me, I just wanted to make them shut up, I entered my hand to make them fear and shut up, feeling in power and control on them, how can they run away of me, no one will stop me, how can they “Resist” me, I gripped the mother to see the father reaction, I gripped her hard, feeling her heart beats on my palm, the father still looking at me, whistling like a crazy, I twisted the mother very hard, and let her fell bottom of the cage, she was hopeless, unable to move, feeling dizzy, then I tried to capture the father.

But the surprise is when I tried to capture that little bastard, he bite my finger, I was shocked, I pulled my hand out looking at the blood, I couldn’t believe it, I decided to give him a lesson, how can a small weak nasty bird attacks me?, I entered my hand straight to him, he didn’t run away this time, he swooped on me, wow, not just him, and his wife too, the bastard, he recruited his wife against me, is this believable?, this is insane, savagery, that’s it, this is terrorism itself, how can you be birds, and you are so savage, and suicide nature is in your blood.

I took out my note book and wrote down a small note for me and for my kids later: Love Birds are terrorists, they must be killed with no mercy.

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