Stealth silence, quietness … zero
noise. At a place of tranquility with no sudden movements or flashing lights. There
I find my cool. While you go for punching bags filled with hard sand, bruising
your soft skin and hurting your muscles I go to my room and hid in the comfort
of my soft and cozy bed. When you are tired and panting after throwing unrewarded
blows and punches, I am gaining my cool taking my yoga trained breath … iiinn -
out, iiinn - out. Deep, controlled and necessary breath which recycles life in
my organism for a healthy living.
I do not understand anger. I do
not know what rage is. I am human and I am a master of my feelings. Trees get swayed
in fast wind, flowers blossom at the balance of fertility of the pot’s soil and
surrounding weather. I am human. I am my dominant and I choose when to turn
right or left. I choose to detest you, when to like you and how to quit without
ever getting lured to gaze back.
Is it short memory? Am I a retard
with no feelings or am I just stronger than most. When you pulled my hair
yesterday I felt pain, physical pain. You know the kind a high school teacher would
waste a whole two hours’ lesson explaining; tendons, nerve system and how pain
information is relayed to the brain. You felt proud and had to share your win
with friends and scams. It was painful then, now it is not.
Today you brood in your little
corner afraid to face the supposed bald headed me. Your yesterday’s win is now
your shame and guilt. You claim anger and as you throw your fiddle bones to stock
dead sand compacted in a rough bag, here I am taking my cereals at the warmth
of my protectorate, cloud nine.
