THE BALL'S CHRYSALIS

Yesterday night I was a ball princess, a weird one though. It could have become a bad dream to get inside into a thematic park and be the only attraction, but I bring my sun, i turn it on with a blink. It was one of moments, in which the scale can incline to any side you decide. You can let it coin a headline on the accidents and crime reports section of your personal memorabilia, or stick a crown shaped luminous sticker on its top head right corner. There was a contest and I was the winner, I embraced a little bit of personal satisfaction, no more significant than a little seed sprouting. It seems like the earth’s rotation won’t be altered, right?. You can forget any little personal isolated event in the anonymous sea of social life, but certainly it has some kind of universal connection that would unbalance the whole. It was like heavens were spotlighting me and pointing the way out from darkness, to the place where I can shine if I want. Attitude for the change is what brought a hope to allow the petrified chrysalis transformation. It is simple and rewarding, just bringing into scene a little bit of disinterested show, shaped under craziness and availability. With such a simple gesture (the jewel case opened just a tiny bit), it was enough to release a ray of light, rainbow shaded. It was all possible to the position, so appropriated to refract some external right approach. It doesn’t stop surprising me what a warmth can be trapped in a prehistoric bud, buried and fossilized only by its own decision. B_Nour