Anaconda

Another year goes by...I will have to make a reflexion or two about what i did this year (or rather what i did not do) i feel like i did so little this year...the only good thing i did is taking care of my grandma when she was operated on...faith decided and doctors operated...she puts an artificiel eye now...she has to receive 2008 with one-real and one-plastic eyes...I dedicated some months for the healing of her eye.

How many job offers i missed this year? I rpefer not to count...if i missed them, why should I talk about it anyway?! I started believing that my profession now is a job seeker..isnt it a profession?

I  am patient...do i have any other option? But i believe that oneday luck will be by my side.

As far as my personality is concerned...nothing was achieved so far except that I have become more patient...but as i said that was not a choice...I had to.

She feels barely existing amongst her people as nobody really sees through her...beyond the steady and emotionless mask she puts on her face hiding her glittering eyes.

As faith puts a magic end to the sufferings of lone people like her, it arranged a meeting for her with somebody, that can be anybody, and turns to become everybody in her unreal life.

Everybody has a secret garden where he enjoys playing and spending good times away from nasty nosy eyes..she's got a world of her own...a box...

A box can be any box, like everybody’s box...but with this special friend’s letters...the box is golden and so dear to her heart...she reads his letters over and over...she learns them by heart like holy texts...she is somewhat proud of her magic box, of her magic friend..who turns into a father when she needs guidance, a mother when she longs for tenderness, a sister when she wants to tease and confess and a brother when she needs protection.

Her friend in her imagination is a large comforting smile...he is a truthful and warm heart...he is a protective arm...he is a shoulder on which she puts her head when the world is unjust towards her...even if she feels too strong to be shaken by the unjustice around...

With this friend in her life, she feels like she had a treasure under her pillow... He is a wingless angel, who looks like everybody but is not at all like anybody.