Feet, were the only thing my eyes saw. I couldn’t look around, i couldn’t move my head. The smell of their scents and sweat combined together,shoulders, toes and feet everywhere..
I was in the middle of the city, crowded and lonely
I was holding my basket, pushed around, admiring my daffodils, putting them in different orders.
Nobody is looking! I change their order, I make them look more interesting
Feet, shoulders, ugly scents, a lot of murmuring, several eyes and severe blindness
I keep walking around the city, No body saw my daffodils, nobody cares about my basket.
“She’s more metaphor than human”
I turned around , looking left and right in a dire need to grab this voice, and this mouth and drink those words!
There he was, standing in the crowd, with a bare feet, decent scent and untied lips
“Do you know me sir?” I said quietly
“More than you know yourself” he said confidently
I couldn’t reach him, there were layers of people between us, pushing me and my basket and stepping on my feet..
I tried to reach out to him, and to my quite severe astonishment he was doing the same..
“Who are you without your contradictions” he said
“Sometimes you’re black and you mean it, sometimes you’re white and you’re honest”
“You are a queen and a host of a garden full of daffodils”
My heart lost a beat, my eyes were wide open
“Do you really know me sir?” I asked honestly this time
“And despite owning a garden of daffodils sometimes you buy a bunch of eggs”
“Why do you settle for so little ?”
My daffodils fell in a mess in my basket, they were no more in order
“Beautiful daffodils!” He said
I smiled “ you’re the first one to notice them”
I look at people’s feet filling the floor, I reached the man and I was now standing in front of a person who can finally see my daffodils..
“Tell me then, why am I here today?” I asked
“Looking for softness” he said
I smiled, he seemed like a smart man, confident, and mad
“Can I have one?” He pointed on my daffodils
“Yeah Ofcourse” I have give him one
“You just need someone to take care of your daffodils”
I knew his words were all right, yet still I knew that I knew him very well, just couldn’t confess it to my being
“Who are you sir?”
He smiled, he knew I was by this moment in complete awareness of who he is, getting out in the city, holding my daffodils, looking for softness
“You know that you can always find it here, where I am”
“You just couldn’t come here anymore, it’s not where you belong”
“Why couldn’t you come with me to the land of daffodils?” i asked him
He didn’t answer, all the feet that was around me was pushing me away, and the shoulders have punched miles me away from him
And those scents were gone..
and for the first time of my life, I didn’t have to put my daffodils in order..
And here I am, away from the feet, the murmuring, the shoulders the ugly scents