Hope.
Lately I’ve been letting her hang out in my friend’s big house in Itaipava, spending days up there myself just to keep her company as she runs around in her futile little circles.
Little by little she really is opening up to me and the possibilities of connection with another human being. And I hope I can somehow serve as a bridge to humanity for her…
And sometimes it feels hopeful, gratifying to me. Being the only person who understands her, or really tries to, and wants to help her, while still not pressuring her or trying to impose my own will on her poor traumatized soul that everybody else has always tried to lock up and tie down and restrain and control and dominate.
These are hard lessons for us both to learn, especially living in a flaming raging war of indomitable wills and powerful damaged warped egos and massive trauma-fed dysfunction. But they are lessons that must be learned and lived at all costs, even at the risk of life or death. We are warriors, Narcisa and me, duking it out a day at a time on this bloody battlefield of love’s eternal redemption. And just for today there is hope, always the last little soldier to die. Hope for her and hope for me and hope for us all, somehow, some way, some day…
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008. All Rights Reserved.
NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.
