Bandits

"..*Static*..Mayday, mayday.. we're taking multiple bandits.. over! we need backup, NOW!... *fading*"

Yeah, fading, disappearing. In need for a change at a point near in the future. My readings are getting more accurate by the day, my head is generating more intelligence as time passes. My dreams are providing those invisible gestures that aid me through the various issues of my everyday life indeed. Then when it comes to defense against bandits the shield wears down, and visibility is deliberately limited.

A cup of cappuccino, a cheese cake, afternoon sun outside, glass protecting us from the fierce sun outside, white shiny grounds of the vast space inside the glass, a smile and a look in the eye, followed by hard pounding in the chest. The climax of the look in the loving eye has a hand that grabs your heart as it happens. A look in THE eye is different than a look in the bandit's eye, specially when the eye has the air of strong spirituality around it, the one that keeps you in comfort that everything is going to be okay no matter what, because together with that eye, we are guaranteed to be protected by The Divine; for the increase in the spirit the eye provided and still does whenever thought of.

This is just a literary piece provided by and inspiration of an imaginary dream, one that could be or couldn't, no one really knows, but one does wait and see.

Around the corner is an ice-cream stand, white with colorful drawings atop. The small kids we are get normally attracted to such a stand, every time we're in this place we go to that stand, she orders her hazelnut and vanilla, while I take my usual mint-chocolate and peanut butter. Strolling down the white grounds we come across a stand where they sell books, English and Arabic books, with a small intelligent Asian behind the stand with eyes down following the lines of a book in his hands, Grey eyebrows raised as if a ritual for information input, raised in respect for the amount of knowledge being conveyed from the book. Anyway we marched hand-in-hand forward, when an interesting title attracted us both. It read: "Empires, Treasures, and spirituality".

With a cute vanilla-stained lip she looked at me like a little kid, her eyes telling me that she wants to read the book, and at the same time she was sure that I was gonna buy it. A kind of telepathy that could only occur between us both but we can't tell people that, we prefer to keep it inside, no reasons should be stated. The Asian suddenly glanced upwards at us, as if he was underwater and finally emerged. His smart eyes realized the situation right away, the sales man inside him took over immediately as he got off his chair - carefully placing his book on a small coffee table by his side -, approached us with a grand-father smile, saying "My humble little bookstore is happy indeed, how may I help you?".

The book was ours. The guy gave us a good bargain as it was the last copy he had, my sweet sugar pie was very excited about it. I know she is excited when I could hear her feet tapping the ground as she walks by. Her eyes go a little dreamy and the corners of her lips are locked on a very feeble yet visible smile, the whole scene of her is priceless anyway and I thank God for providing her by my side, and for the understanding we have with each other, the one that we could have lived without, but we are too grateful that it is there.

Oh did I ever tell you how much she means to me? Seems like I didn't. Well all you have to do is close your eyes and imagine us both walking together down the highway of life, how would we be clinging to each other? How would we need to be walking as one for the sole reason of survival in here? We need protection and it could very much be provided through each other. Those who get in a relationship without that kind of clingsmanship (the word does not exist in English but I just made it up) will for sure suffer as life is not that easy anymore. We have been told that the kinds ones are for the kind ones, and our case was true. Both too kind ones would mean a house of whipping boys, but that's not true with us. We have balance, we can manage, and we for sure know how to ask for God's protection.

Yeah, I'm taking multiple bandits, but the shields are about to come up due to an internal exhaustion. I can hear them start to move, the metal is moaning in motion. Do you have all your weapons ready for and all-out-defense mode?

Let us see.