SWAP-SWAP
If I were to exchange my fate, the deserved, eternal love would wait patiently and faithfully for me. In the golden, soft sand of the seashore, I could write the eternal name of the One who bewitched me and then enslaved my wretched wounded heart.
On the bloody canvases of twilight, under a red dragon sky, only the two of us could exist. The undulating dance of waves and the beating heart would sing to the echoes of immortal romances. All our flesh and things would now be permeated by the longing spleen.
Alas, that everything that seemed carved in stone for centuries has already disappeared. If there was someone left, I wouldn't hesitate, I would fight for him. I would run over obstacles and barriers with the defiance of a lion.
If I were to exchange my fate, an angelic little princess with flaxen-blonde hair, or a straight-haired boy would come towards me on mini-shoes happily, and I would know: even if it was big or wasteful, the fateful fall of disillusionment would surely be waiting for me in time, the home I had found would be waiting for me, and I would find home .
If I were to exchange my fate, perhaps I would already fall out of the never-deserved set of favors and privileges, and I would again be tormented by a suicidal desire to die and a terrible fear. I would be useless moles scrambling in a foreign bed if I didn't find a shelter. I would sing about the old ocean, if I looked at the crystal clear sky, I would be a humpbacked camel on the desert caravan route, thirsting in greedy sips.
If I could change my fate, I wouldn't complain at all. I could finally learn to enjoy my dying, last moments. Rocking in my rocking chair, I would weave the chains of my still-collectable memories and tell a lot to those who are still interested in the story of my past destiny.
If I could certainly change my fate, the Dear One, who had waited for me a whole life, would take my caring hand for the last time and lead me among the objects of the rooms or out into the courtyard dressed in a wreath of flowers!