Dear Unknown

Who are you? Do you belong to earth or heaven? Do you have wings or spit fire? Can you boost me through the river or take me to quiet floods? Do you prefer the cliff or the abyss? Do you dream of crushing with the wind or rocking the hurricane? Do you greet the poppies or say goodbye to the butterflies? Do you use knives or daggers?

Who are you? No, 'cause it's great to be hidden under the "unknown" name, but I perfectly know that I've met you. Yes, by the way you talk to me, by your use of emojis, by your full stops... Although I also think that you are not just one. I may say that you master several people voices, the certain men's shouts and the silences from some other women. Maybe from countries half-world apart. Maybe part of the same home. Or it is just that I recognize you from another life.

Who are you? I like to imagine you as a shadow in front of the computer. A shape without a body pursuing the thickness. The inhabitants of a hall of mirrors. The resident of a sweet ocean. The citizen of a leafy desert. Sometimes almost a mass of stone. Perhaps chalk. Sometimes an invisible being. Perhaps the fog. Sometimes a clear glass. Perhaps the exhausted thirst. You don´t want to turn around and show me your face. I do not want neither. I like to keep thinking about you as a mud figure always dancing.