UNFINISHED NUMBER REQUEST

We were deceived first only by the circular, spiral series of common memories, and then by the intensified, radical rianas; perhaps we couldn't even think about the ancient immortal metamorphoses of the fulfilled Everything, since we hadn't been a couple for a long time. Like when a shy, half-witted elephant-bodied bicep limps into a sophisticated china shop - I was stared at by his malevolent, manipulative girlfriends.

The chubby, naïve boyish penguin face under the pearly, fringed temples has endured enough shipwrecks, smaller or larger hells, endured, or just lived through it. In the feather-light floating of the sweaty ducks, there was an involuntary and consciously hidden alliance of defiance, which - at the time - at best only the two of us could understand. The almost delicate, artistic little fingers, which later flirtatiously licked the lips, groped more and more eloquently towards the gnarled, Odysseus-like depths of the Soul, as if they were still preparing for a great, fateful journey.

- Then came the betrayal connected with the intended abandonment, in the name of "I fell in love with someone else!", which I almost never understood when two romantic hearts were born for each other. Crocodile tears were shed by the consciousness of being made a stateless orphan. Later - true to custom -, one or three children arrived at the same time, and while this unfulfilling, unfinished Life tore us both apart at the intended pace, we also became a bit lonely on purpose.

- An increasingly mournful, ethereal echo-sound, still clearly audible from the mobile phone, answered my question: Are you happy?! Why are you asking this, you're a stupid idiot?! I would have given my life to see you radiant and happy forever and ever! And while the years came and went, they took a toll on themselves, we both turned a little inward, because no one could really understand us, only you and I!