Evil shit

Not to call with a kind word... affectionate and plush. No! Do not touch and do not look into the eyes. Something is wrong... somehow suspicious, because the person is not close... you need to keep away, do not let and do not take steps towards.... it must be his initiative.

Anything that goes beyond the usual, the usual, the typical and the expected is not the norm and causes if not embarrassment, then certainly an internal negative - "Stop! Too close." Fearing evil spells, you tiptoe along a fragile wooden bridge, not seeing what is below. Your uncertain, but very careful step seems reliable to you, to avoid falling. Only a rotten board can come across at any point in your path.

We lived happily for a long time,
We lived happily, but there was one “but”.
One day, some granite crap came to us,
Believe it or not, if you want.

And we began to cry, and we began to scream,
And they began to pray, and they began to shout.
The evil thing looked at us -
We all got out of here before it ate us.

There's one huge piece of crap left,
Cries all night, cries all day.
Her brow drooped, she was gloomy and tired.
Let's be honest, she's getting on our nerves.

They took their horses, they took their swords,
We took the armor and galloped into the night.
A glorious battle awaited the young men,
They fought for glory, they fought for rights.

But the evil thing just sits there.
He doesn't want to fight, he's sadly silent.
Well done, they beat her, well done, they are happy.
Well done guys see victories and awards.
…………
………..
The evil thing didn't want to harm us,
She was looking for tenderness and friendship.
Everything is as old as the world, as banal as day,
More than eternity, quieter than a shadow.

You have come across many similar tales.
Give kindness, please, for God's sake.

© Ivan Niko

Not paying attention to the other side of the bridge, you look under your feet more and more often, afraid of stumbling. And yes... having felt the crunch or softness of a rotten board, you can boldly and certainly will take a step back. But with your inherent caution, having reached the other side of the bridge, will you not find yourself there without the one whose steps you were afraid of? The bridge is behind you and you are proud that you crossed it without trouble... at that moment remembering who you were going to... Only now the road in front of you is 180°, and somewhere ahead there is a new bridge that you will have to cross again...

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