by axxxm
Beauty can breathe only in the first time
7/August/2024 in Kraków
Yesterday
In a cafe
I talked to a Polish girl
1 day has passed
In my memory
she looks more attractive than
she actually was yesterday
And again, I have to remember this banal common knowledge;
There is a certain beauty that can exist
only in the first encounter
only in the first time
She said........
"I help them, when I see an old person crossing a road with lots of bags"
"Look, this is the best flower shop in Kraków"
"I used to play violin everyday. But now, only when my mum asks me"
........All these small episodes
that composed her life
Meeting someone new, is
Getting to know someone new, is
Writing the first line on the blank paper
Now I can still think
this first line was made from pure & pleasing elements
such as
kindness, or
flower, or
family
..........things that her episodes represented
And I can still think
our encounter was very pleasing
& she was very pleasing
Certainly
I will meet her again in the very near future
But what is waiting for me is
an act of writing more lines on the paper
2nd line
3rd line
4th line
5th........
Some of........or, many of........these lines must NOT be made from kindness or flower or family
but made from "displeasing elements"
such as
her sadness, or
her tears, or
her ugliness
Getting to know others
Approaching others
Accepting others
means
destroying
my beautiful memory
my beautiful ideal
& in the end, giving up the beauty
Among the new people I met in Kraków this time,
she was the first person who seduced my delusions & dreams
She enjoyed me already
So perhaps
I'm already fulfilled enough
And perhaps
I don't need to meet her again
