It was a rainy day. I think. I don’t even remember anymore, cause the world vanished. For a while. It was gone and gone horribly. For a second that felt like a century. It wasn’t raining. Now I remember, but it wasn’t sunny. Everything around me seemed grey. Cars were moving in their directions in slow motion. I stopped for a second and shook my head. Everything suddenly rushed forward. Past was gone, like a big scissors cut it off. I stopped in the middle of the street and looked around. I never felt so lonely and abandoned. I went down the hill. I didn’t cry. My feelings were sucked off. I felt like I’m being surrounded by dementors. Like they were especially sent down from Azkaban to take my soul. And never give it back to me. 

Millions of seconds later I knew that there was no dementors. I knew that my soul was still inside me. I knew that the past wasn’t erased. I knew that the world didn’t slow down even for a tiny bit. But even though I realised that everything is just as it was. That the trees still grow and the sun still rises, there was a piece of me that passed away. And I’m afraid it will never come back. Not in a hundred years. 

We all get what we deserve. No more and no less. Amen.

I must say - there is something that connects people like a wireless network. I had a customer two days ago. We had a great chat over the phone. She was a lovely lady with a warm voice. I sold her a phone, gave her as much extra benefits as possible. At the end of the conversation I sent her a text message with my e-mail address. In case she has any questions or worries. Or even, if one day she wakes up in the middle of the night, thinking about this polish lad with broken irish accent, who she kept calling leprechaun over the phone, to just to drop me an e-mail - asking me how am I. I came to work this morning and logged in to my phone panel. At the very end, when I had all the systems open I also started logging in to my work e-mail. It takes a while for that little computer to load up anything, and as the screen was white, as I was waiting for the mail screen to pop in I thought about the lady. Her second name was Heyhoe (yes, I’m serious - that’s why I was being called leprechaun, cause I couldn’t help myself not to make a funny remark about that name). Next second the screen refreshed and the amount of unread and read mails rolled onto the screen from the top of the monitor. Broadband tips, productivity reports, holiday replies. And just there, at the very beginning of the list was the mail from Miss Heyhoe. It made my day. It just said Thank You. I replied back and said: Believe me or not, but I was just thinking about you. Few minutes later I got a mail back saying: Our minds are so powerful that if you think about someone that means they also think about you. First mail was sent to me about two minutes before I logged in. Would I call it a coincident? Did you ever happen to have a thought about someone and next thing they randomly rang you or text you? I think its rather amazing how our spirits are constructed. It makes me think that there is something that science really needs to catch up on. Big time.

ryaninwonderland:

i should make this for my mom on mothers day 1!111111