A letter … to the globe…

By Amina Hamila

My name is Alexandra. I like to identify myself as a writer with a vivid imagination. A writer with a fervent imagination that causes me a lot of troubles … ok, enough with Drama! You can call me lexy. I will tell you a short story now, in the style of the great storytellers I always heard of (I will try too) a story of small acts but big impacts. It was a Monday, everyone hates Mondays, but me. None of the days do bother me. It was autumn, the yellow season, the writers’ season, the beauty season… or, used to be. The thought made me sad as I could be! Why do we human destroy everything that we once had!? It was indeed, as they say, the wise dead of the old days: SMALL ACTS, BIG IMPACTS. The seasons are not the same, the trees feel the shame! The GLOBAL WARMING is the GLOBAL WARNING. I needed to distract myself, from the horrors of the human race, from the ruined nature and the disturbed seasons. I was walking down the street… lost in my thoughts…I was wearing a short red dress flying co side the wind… My long dark hair dancing… I decided to go to public garden for the view, for the green and the blue… Maybe I will be inspired at last… and who knows will write a blast or two…

To the garden then, with a big smile on my face that reflects no happiness. I was trying to get rid of bad energy; of this disappointment … I was trying to let off this anger. Nature helps a lot. I sat looking around. It seems that Skyscrapers did not invade it yet. I love this place. It seemed that humans did not lay an eye on it yet. Light rain, hidden sun and gathered grey clouds partying in the sky I like the image… Drinking, boozing over our heads and spewing alcohol drops on us the small things down here… I thought to myself. Therefore, puking their after joy down this cursed earth or their disgust from their actions that destroyed the earth. I guess that’s why people are afraid of rain, of being wet, afraid of the alcohol puked by the clouds all over our heads…

It’s the kind of moments where words and even pictures fail to describe such beauty. The energy in such undeveloped, simple, pure and virgin places … the beauty of simplicity; the hope Nature gives even in its saddest states, pale colors and dark sky, the contrasts of the colors, the shades , the lonely trees …The paradox of the scene that the amount of hope and enthusiasm that it boosts you with..You feel light. You feel free. I took a deep breath… with everything that is going on I felt a bit free… Your enslaved spirit in your rotten body is breaking the cages and wandering the land. You feel cold, yet burning with desire, a flame of firing emotions. You feel the soil in your hands, the prayers of your ancestors and the voices of the future. You feel like you are in love, like you want to make love, to roll naked, to dance careless, to be insane, to let the earth love every bone of yours, to consume your soul, to make love passionately to the unknown. I shivered thinking of it…

You feel like you want to write a letter to a stranger, because you are done writing to people you thought you are familiar with. You feel like you are inhabited with writing letters by now, that you cannot get rid of that habit. You feel like writing two letters. Put one in a bottle and through it in the vast sea. Maybe, it will be found by a human in a far way land. He will cross oceans and face the demonic waves to find you. Or, it might be found by sea creatures, even better their god, the king of all seas. He will free you from the curse of humanity, the curse of your body and transform you into something that you can’t put a name to it. He will come saying:

I heard you are a Thalassophile [1]. but I have never understood what it meant to know the truth about someone but let him live in you without rent. I knew you are capable of love, I knew you were a lost case but I come to you willingly and will defend your race.

I will say back to him:

You are charming, tempting and devilish, your smile might take me away to a land full of lies, full of rules I had to obey, I will rather be fascinated by the things you will make me feel and the heart you will awaken. I can’t believe I was chained but now I want to break free, but how can I when there is a part searching for you in me?

He will look deep into my eyes and say:

You are still the same, aren’t you? The same old Thalassophile, they told me so much about you but still I chose your path. I never believed their words, maybe because I was blinded but even when intended to ignore your truth I was always reminded. You are still the same aren’t you? Don’t you ever change? wanting people so much that you put them in a cage but when you are done you leave like it is nothing , I have feelings for you ,oh how strange !! I want to take you with me, deep to the sea, but first, I have an emphasis: Small acts, big impacts, try to save the place for you and me for the poor creatures down the sea! He said this with such a horror, and then he looked deep at me and said: Save it or for you, there will be no place, if the earth will not be saved!

OH! What a horror I thought. Hmm…Maybe I would write a second letter.

The second letter, I will put it in a wooden box and dig it deep into the earth, grave it under the ground. It might be found by a satanic night human. He will save me from this fake light to roar the nights together, rule the pure darkness. Or, it will be found by a lost ghost, once a human, who died and became a free spirit once and for all. A creature of the night, a gothic energy, a moon lover… He will come and kiss my soul out of me. He will kiss me like no one dares to kiss , feel me like no one stands to and save me from this simple being and unsatisfied desires. He will take me into unfinished rides boosted by the fervent winds. He will show and say under the full bright moon: Oh Alex my lexy you NEMOPHILIST[2].. I read your letter and told my friends: she can make your body angry; she can make you deadly awake. Oh you think she is kind? But the kindest is the most evil, isn’t it what she said? Oh you think there is beauty, but there is ugliness instead… He will say : but there is one thing I can say : I don’t care if you are dangerous, you can’t hurt me anyway but you’ve been through what I am going through now so your kindness must obey . don’t ask me what the hell is this, I truly don’t know, you told me don’t force yourself ,just take it slow . . No offense but today I own the show… Lexy oh lexy come and follow me… but first, I have an emphasis: Small acts, big impacts, try to save the place for you and me for the poor creatures on the earth are suffering terribly! He said this with such a horror, and then he looked deep at me and said: Save it or for you, there will be no place, if the earth will not be saved!

I was about to stand and go home to think of a solution for this ruin… but I guess I will also dare to write a third letter. I will burn it and let it join the festive of the drunken clouds. My third letter will be so drunk that it will through up all my longings on the heads down there…My third letter will be an offering to the skies that with small acts will make big impact. I will clean the beaches, remove the plastic, I will plant trees and flowers, I will spread awareness about the danger our earth is facing. I will try with my voice and words to change their big acts that lead to such terrifying impacts into small acts with huge impact.

The first will sink. The second will be buried. The third will fly and make love to the skies, seas, earths, beings….The third will be heard and change things. It will be a call for peace, love and beauty.

[1] Thalassophile: a person who loves sea, oceans

[2]NEMOPHILIST : One who is fond of forest or forest scenery; a haunter of the woods.