Wash

I received the letter many years ago.

Sealed with golden symbols of my anxious future.

I opened it slowly; I knew its lost content.

Invited in the party of my life.

By unknown adventurers wishing to conquer my story.

I knew I had to go.

I had no choice but to meet with my destiny’s actors. 

Wearing a charming outfit to honor the years to come.

My bedroom’s shadows followed me silently.

To my dark and empty wardrobe.

A scary feeling blocked the pores of my skin.

There was nothing left inside.

I observed my secret private property.

My soul’s clothes were dirty.

My heart’s shoes timeworn.

My body’s precious accessories granted cheaply.

I spent years searching the proper dress.

Covered by my expensive and luxurious outfit. 

I rang the bell; a blurred image grabbed me.

Took my hand and yank me drunk.

Thirsty eyes sucked every inch of my souls’ medulla.  

Alcohol, smoke and sick ghosts in the crowd.

In a furious orgasm of dancing nightmares.

My mute voice, deaf among empty laughs.

A night wasted in a witless lost game.

Dust of forgotten dreams, under a golden rug.

I left. 

I received another invitation some time ago.

I looked at it hesitantly; I kept it for a while.

This time I decided not to open it.

To walk bravely to the unknown inviter.

I had to go; again.

My angel was shouting everything was different.

I knew what I had to do.

Instantly.

I washed all dirty clothes of the past.
A male and female human invisible blend.

Stretched out the laundry of heavy memories.

The sun's rays kidnapped all stains and spots. 

I wore a simple white dress.

Barefoot, free from heavy accessories of a fake life.

A reflection of my new self gazed at me.

Peaceful. 

Ι followed my insticts’ directions.

A clear and obvious path.

The door was open, a carefree feel flooded.

A generous smile hugged me kindly.

A heady scent kissed my breath.

A sleepwalker of an intoxicating lullaby.

And then, suddenly, this warmth of familiarity.

A meeting with the best part of me.

A sudden gentle touch that scatter the dead ashes.

That unfolds new unexplored paths.

Of a future that approaches.

This precious moment.

When time stops.

And you just know it.

And you follow.
Blindly.

Barefoot.

Who did you really meet?
Someone that loved my simple freshly-washed white dress.