Today was a sad and beautiful day at the same time. I allowed myself a four hour break from everything and anything, including Florence and went to visit one of my other selves. That part was the beautiful side of the day.
We’ve spent the hours we had together like only we know how to and the ritual of having bad coffee and smoke like factories, will maybe haunt us until the end of time, but it’s still the best feeling. Sometimes I need a real friend who knows who I am underneath all the masks and the pretended costumes I like to put on everyday. While taking the train back, I stared outside the window, over the Tuscan hills and imagined how simple it would all be, if we could find what we need only a short train ride away.
But nothing is that simple. Distance is an enemy to all things and time is the relativity that often kills. That was the sad part of the day, but because I love train rides and reading in the train is one of the best feelings in the world for me, I took only the good and stuffed the bad into a new drawer from the cabinet designed for only one purpose: to hold all my bad feelings in.
It’s nice to take a look into your real mirror sometimes and be able to smile by the time you have to glance away again. I wish you the same and maybe we should all ride trains more often. They are able to stop time for us and create gaps of emotions that we never allow ourselves to feel freely.