time lapse

"How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might" - Joan Baez

It's been a year. Today. It's been year since we met. Since a familiar stranger showed me my potential and nudged me into the right direction, motivated me to follow my path. Just enough, to spark curiosity and excitement for what is yet to come. One year ago, you were the first person who met me and told me about my magic as if it was the most obvious feature I carried. You paused me amidst a spiral of uncertainty, expansion and not-yet-enoughness and embraced me with your daring, almost offensive hope in me. I wonder whether you know about the spark you lit. And if it ever occurs to you to remember what you saw me becoming, what you made me see.

It's been four years. More or less. Four years since you came back into my life. Since you, damaged soul, reached out as if our story had not yet been told. Because you saw something in me which you could not quite name - and neither could I. It was, however, enough to spark your curiosity about me. But not enough to stick around. Or maybe too much. It's been four years since you just had to give it a try, not wasting a second to think about the consequences. Since you started your vicious journey, the fairytale story you had to involve me in. Simply, because my magic was so mesmerizing and you wanted to touch it; see, if you could possibly handle it. You couldn't.

It's been seven years. Almost. Seven years since you recognized me. Since you knew I was there before we ever even met. Seven years since you crashed into my life, fierce and loud, just to spin it all around - not knowing, that what you were about to involve in, was too much for you to handle. Too much for me. When you felt the connection, you saw it and turned it around in your hands - carefully weighing it. Until fear took over and you threw it away. Because the magic was just too much for you. Because you were never able to embrace it - you, living in your cage of trauma. So you ran away. Seven years ago.

It's been two years. Magically. Two years since you dared to move closer. Since you, intuitively, felt drawn to the magic that I was finally nurturing as the gift it truly is. You had to give it a shot. Because you knew, if only subconsciously, about the connection. You could not see the magi. But you felt it. Deep inside. It embraced you. It chose you. And you welcomed it with curiosity and excitement. But also with the warmth and protection that it had been longing for all those years. Because you knew, in your heart, that it was worth it. If only you dared to treat it with love and respect. It's been two years since you decided to take the leap, because you felt the magic for the strong and powerful source it really is. Because you had no intent to break it or shy away from it.

It's been two years since I decided to let you approach my magic.