Christmas supermarket

Today, after work, I went for a cup of coffee at the preferred neighborhood cafe. It was weird. I was all alone with the Barista man. Dark outside (even though 16:30 - yes today I left early), candles light inside, and a perfect coffee temperature. Sitting on the bar, next to the window, all exposed to the outside world,  all alone, with my bitter coffee and sweet thoughts.

I was awakened from my dark day dream,  in order to join in for a supermarket visit.

It has been a while since I last visited a supermarket. There is a reason why I don't visit the supermarket that often, trust me,  a very good reason, even though I love supermarkets.

I love walking around, looking at products, reading what's written on the packages, searching for new and exotic products. The colors, the drawings, the shapes, the graphics; It all attracts me so much, so I can spend hours in a supermarket (Only if I have a jacket and scarf with me, as it tends to be so cold in there).

Christmas is almost here (One month to go...yay!), and everything is already dressed with Christmas outfit, colors, gifts and happiness. Lots of of happiness in the air.  True happiness, fake happiness, it doesn't matter, it is there. In this period of time we concentrate on happiness, no matter how miserable we are, because Christmas is hope, and Christmas is life, and Christmas is what we wait for a full year!

C h r i s t m a s,  C h r i s t m a s   e v e r y w h e r e ! 

Christmas chocolate, Christmas beer, Christmas wine, Christmas decorations, Christmas tiny figures, Christmas toys, Christmas vegetables, Christmas fruits, Christmas toilets paper, Christmas ear cotton sticks, Christmas milk, Christmas...

The supermarket was full of Christmas stuff.  My eyes are filled with Christmas shopping, and my heart is filled with Christmas happiness, and I started gathering Christmas stuff. Chocolates for my nephews, alcohol for my parents, little Santas for the house and Christmas greeting cards for the friends.

A gift for G, a gift for S, a gift for P, for N,  for M, for E, for A, for B, for N, for D, for G, for T, for J, for S, for R, for L, for H, for R, for L, for H, for C, for C, for B, for Y, for T, for I, for L, for everyone. A gift for everyone in my life. Everyone. No matter what religion they are, no matter what and when they celebrate. Everyone.

Will anyone, think of me?!

Christmas is here, true happiness, fake happiness, it doesn't matter, it is here.

One thousand nights to go.

Every night, when the darkness is about to kiss the light, I abandon.
Every night, when the cockerel is about to crow in the break of dawn, I torture.
Every night, when the sun is about to wake up for a good morning ray, I kill.

Every night, I live to feed my ego.
Every night, I live to fulfill my passions.
Every night, I live to abandon, to torture and to kill.

Every night I am no one.
I am Shahryar! Shahryar!

Tonight you came, with your story to tell.
Tonight you came, for my imagination to conquer.
Tonight you came, and it was my turn to taste lust and despair.

You smile, you laugh, you lie, you touch...and I die.

Preternatural...storyteller...a fairy you are.
One thousand nights to go, and I didn't know.
That I am Shahryar, and Shahrazad you are.

A fighter...

So you tell me to write.
"Write for me", you say.

You challenge me. 

You tease me. 

You test me.

It is not right, I am not going to write. 

I insist, I am not going to write!

"You are a fighter, you should not surrender". You smile.

"I was born a leader" I shout. I fight. I resist!

Lost in the brightness of your pearl teeth and the rose of your soft lips...

I surrender...

You are right. I am no leader.
I am a fighter, I refuse no command.

So, I write. 

I write for you. 

I am a fighter, I refuse no command.