Dried Poppy Flowers

I'm a candle

I'm a candle...
For many months i was just lying in a small shop, waiting for my turn to go. Then one day a young girl came to the store. She looked at all the candles and eventually looked at the seller pointing at me. That's how i went to my new home, to the girl's house. Her room was small and very sweet. I was standing at her table next to another candle. We were the only candles in the room and soon we became good friends. He was a sweet candle, didn't talk much, he liked to look outside the window and dream. The small room was the only place he had ever been, that's why he was dreaming about places outside, wishing that some day he could go somewhere else. I was telling him stories about our store, about my friends there and about people who used to visit the store. He was interested in all those stories, but every time i could see small tears running down the candle, my stories made him sad.

It was very easy to fall in love with him and eventually i did. He loved me too and that made him smile more often. I was not telling him stories any more, cause i didn't want to make him sad, instead we were dreaming together. We had many wishes, we were planing to visit different stores and houses together, go to different cities and maybe also meet some other candles. Our plans gave us hope that some day we would be able to turn all those wishes into reality. We were sure that we were the happiest candles in the house, because we were the only ones, and deep down inside we hoped that we are the happiest candles in the world too. We were happy, until one morning, when he was too week to burn any longer...

I'm a candle, a lonely candle fighting against the cold wind of memories..

© LiLit Ghazaryan

Letters

21st Century: internet, Skype, social networks, phones and text messages... and all these new ways of communications made us forget about something very important that our parents or grandparents had - handwritten letters. Nowadays we can simply call a person and talk to them no matter how far they are, we can send a text message and receive a quick answer even from the other side of the globe, we can even see and talk to people who are on a different continent. There was a time when the only way of getting in touch with people who were far were letters. people were sending letters and receiving a letter back months later. maybe it's weird but even now there are still people who are fond of handwritten letters. And i'm one of them. I love to receive letters, but i enjoy sending them even more. There's something special in it, something romantic. When writing a letter you put a part of yourself in it, you give your warmth to the sheet of paper. Instead of typing the letters which look exactly the same way, no matter who types them, writing a letter you draw each word with your own style. You create a unique sentences were every letter looks original, different then any letter that has been ever written. You send your soft touch to someone far away.
Sending a letter you send a small piece of your heart with it...

© LiLit Ghazaryan

You smile because ...

You know that feeling when you keep smiling without even realizing that you are doing it? Isn't it just amazing? You wake up with your smile already on your face, you're eyes are shining, you look around and see only the beauty of everything, smile at strange people's faces and wish them a good day. Some think you're crazy, some don't notice, the others don't even pay attention, but those who know what is going on inside you just secretly smile because maybe they feel the same or they wish they could be in the same situation.

Let them think and continue your way, cause you're on the right track, you've taken the best path of life.

You smile because You Love..

Opposites attract

Opposites attract...

You're white, he's black,

you're dark, he's bright,

You go forward he comes back

you go left, he goes right

Opposites Attract....

But then one day you want it to be simple,

you want it to be alike,

and that's when you two get apart...

Remember Me?

Do you remember me? The young girl who thought that she was in love with you. Do you remember our game? We were the main heroes of the play that we had created ourselves. Years ago it was a reality for you, while i was just playing my role. A role that was fake and unreal, a role that was just a result of my childish imagination. I almost turned the play into reality and it seemed scary, cause it was not me. I felt like i was on a stage wearing a mask of someone else. It took me very long to finally understand that the author of the script of that play was you, while i was just a doll in that game. I don't know what was holding me but something didn't let me leave the play even after knowing my real role. We both wanted to go, but we both couldn't leave, couldn't find strength to escape or even just to run away from each other, run away from ourselves. We were the prisoners of our own play, of the drama that we had written ourselves. Now it's just a memory, that game is nothing more but past. And sometimes I just wonder if you still remember me.

© LiLit Ghazaryan

Please.... Don't...

Don't... Stop.. Don't come closer. It's fine, i'll be just fine...

I know, this is one of those times when I need a hug so bad, but right when you come closer and hug me I will start crying. I need to be strong, I need to be able to hold my tears back. Please, don't. Your sympathy will make me even weaker, your words will touch my heart and go deep inside my soul, your touch will make my tears run down my cheek. Instead of patronizing just get mad at me, yell at me so i will come back to realization. Slap me, if you need to, so i will stop thinking too much. But don't come closer, don't try to hug me, it will make my heart melt and i won't be strong enough anymore to stand on my own feet....

Please, don't ...

The Stranger

He was a stranger... I was sitting next to him and tears were running down. I was crying because i hadn't cried for a long while and there were many different reasons to cry. My soul and my heart were crying and I was crying with them. And the stranger next to me was silent, but that silence was so special and so important at that moment, it was full of warmth. That silence said more then thousands words could have said, it was replacing all the pointless phrases and encouraging words. Those couple seconds, full of tears and silence, brought peace to my heart. An I left... Who knows? maybe i will never see that stranger again, but i will always remember him and will always be thankful for his silence.

I will be thankful that he did nothing, but was silent...