A Request for a Kiss

Since dawn, before the east had even begun to brighten, I've been up. I got up early, even though I went to bed late yesterday.

Two completely different girls and two absolutely identical rejections – that's too much! Let me try a third time, with a third... But where will I find one, a third? One is too many and too rare in my life... But even a third, even a tenth – the result is the same. Fate. Karma.

Or rather, it's not fate; I'm in a hurry – offering kisses instantly. Life is short, and I still have to write the Main Thing before Death laughs in my face. The Main Thing... It's my headache – the Main Thing! And what is it? I think I knew it...

I'm gradually coming to the conclusion that the Main Thing is not at all what I think it is, that a Kiss is also one of the Main Thing. And there's no point in writing about anything else, and how can one write anything at all without knowing, without feeling the daily Kiss of Love? Nobody writes about this... This is Inspiration...

And I come to the conclusion that all my creative work is nothing more than a request for a Kiss. ??They tell me, "You're quite an original!" But I simply don't know how to ask for kisses effectively. I don't know how to do it the way everyone else does.

And there's no woman who couldn't resist the onslaught of my feelings... No means no. So, all that remains is dreams...

Dreams and a request for a kiss—are they always the same thing, or is it worth the risk?

© Mikhail Dmitrienko