I saw a butterfly on the seventeenth street. It flew out of the bus that was standing at the side of the road. I just stood there and watched it fly among people who were running back and forth. Cleverly it weaved through the crowd and finally landed someone’s shoulder. Yellow butterfly simply shined against the blue jacket. Next thing I knew my eyes were totally stuck on this bloke and I couldn’t even remember ever seeing any butterflies. I watched him through the bus window and I could barely breathe. His piercing blue eyes matched perfectly with that navy blue jacket. I couldn’t move or stop staring that gorgeous man. I didn’t even realize when the moment was over and the bus drove off.

That Saturday was bright and sunny. I was sitting on a bench at the park and reading a newspaper. Suddenly a butterfly landed on the top of my paper. It was yellow just like that the other day, when I saw the blue eyed bloke on the bus stop. I stared the butterfly so in my thoughts that I got scared, when it started moving. I don’t know whether it was a hunch or just a temporary mental disorder, but I just knew that I had to fallow that butterfly. I threw the newspaper on the bench and started to walk with my new yellow friend. I know that you must think that I’m a lunatic. How can it possibly be the same butterfly, you wonder? I can’t explain it any better than this. I just felt like it might be the same one I saw and maybe I was hoping that it would lead me to something great.

Okay…I can tell you that I didn’t found anything that day. I followed that butterfly over an hour and my feet were killing me. Only good thing was that it led me near to my favorite coffee shop, where I could run to shelter from rain. At least I didn’t get soaked. I thought that I was pretty stupid and after four cups of coffee I finally could go home without getting wet. A week went by and I had already forgotten the whole butterfly episode. One morning I was sitting in some café and working with my laptop. By accident I turned my head up and looked out the window. Can you believe what I saw? It was that same navy blue jacket that I saw on that bloke on the bus. The jacket was hanging on a chair’s backrest in front of the café. No, it can’t be the same jacket I convinced myself and continued working. Still I kept my eye on that jacket for just in case.

I had been working for almost two hours and no one had come for that jacket. As I was leaving I walked by that table and I saw something yellow peep out from that jackets left pocket. Quietly I bent over and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. Quickly I pushed the paper into my pocket and went on. Safe distance from the café I finally stopped and pulled the paper out in my pocket. It said an unclear handwriting: “Go to the seventeenth street and find a green block. Look for your favorite.” Believe me or not, but there was drawn a butterfly below all that. Are you all following me now? It was the seventeenth street where I had seen the butterfly and that bloke who had worn that navy blue jacket, which pocket I had found that yellow note. Could it be just coincidence that the jacket was left outside that café, where I was working?

At first I thought that it was just a coincidence. Then I wondered if it really was a message for me. What should I do? Should I follow the directions and go to look for that green block and get to the bottom of this mystery? Or should I just throw the note away and go home? What do you think I should do? Okay, okay…I know that you all want me to go and see what happens next. I also happen know, what you all think. You are thinking that I’m gonna find there that gorgeous blue eyed man and we will live happily ever after. Am I right? Well let’s see what happens!

I find my way to that seventeenth street, where I first saw that butterfly.  Alright, I stop reminding you about that and move on. I know that you all are anxious to know how this story ends. It’s not hard to find that green block, because it’s the only one with that color. Pretty lame, I know. Okay…next I need to find that thing that is my favorite. What could it be, I wonder? Have you got an idea? I give you a hint, that the word can be found in the picture and the butterfly led me there. Did you guess it already? The second hint is that you can also drink it. Did it ring any bells? If you still haven’t figured out what it is…you find it in the title. It’s coffee you dummy asses!

So, I find that name list on the wall and I figure out that it must be the right one. Then I press the buzzer and wait. I wait a little longer and I press it again. Finally the door opens and I get to go inside. What next? If you were paying attention you would know, that I have to find the door, where it says coffee and number ten. I know that you knew that. I’m just teasing you. Let’s see…where I was again? Okay, okay…no need to get irritated! I’ll tell you. I founded the right door and believe me or not, it really says coffee on the door. There I stand in front of that door and I press the doorbell. The door opens like immediately and I see my…sister. Yes, I know! I don’t know either what she’s doing here. When my sister sees me she starts to cry and runs to hug me. Then she pulls me inside the flat and tells me not to move anywhere. And I mean anywhere! I watch her to dial a number and then I hear the whole reason for this weird thing.

- Mum, dad came home! Yes by himself. No, I don’t think so. Wait…he has no jacket on! No. He might have left it somewhere. Yes, he has the laptop with him. I know…he had changed again the door letters. You’ll never guess? Coffee mum, it says coffee. Have you got anything to say dad? Dad??

- There really must have been that butterfly. There just had to, I said.

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Text written by Nina

Once upon a time there was a little boy who had a little dream. He lived in a little town called Tipsy where all little boys had always had their little dreams. Every little boy in that town had dreamed about the same little thing that this particular little boy was dreaming…until he decided to change his dream. The parents of this little town called Tipsy were little appalled by this abnormal situation. Everyone walked around whispering and wondering. - How he grows up at all, they wondered? - How he will ever survive in this world? - What is wrong with him? – How could he do this to his parents!?

This little boy just couldn’t care less about what the people in the little town called Tipsy were thinking. He just kept dreaming and he thought that there wasn’t anything that would make him change his mind. So the time went by and the little boy grew up. The young man for whom this little boy had become went out in the world and little town called Tipsy stayed the same as it always had been.

It was a very odd misty day in the little town called Tipsy when there appeared a strange man. This man was very strong and he was glowing confidence and all the people in that little town called Tipsy rushed to wonder this odd stranger. The man was just standing still and looking for familiar faces. Finally the man sees his parents and he runs in their warm embrace. At that moment the whole people in that little town called Tipsy realize, that this strange man is that little boy who used to live in their little town called Tipsy. He is that same little boy who had that little dream and same little boy who they thought might not survive, because he changed his little dream. At that moment all the people in the little town called Tipsy were very ashamed.

After that all the people in the little town called Tipsy let their little boys dream about anything they ever wanted.

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You might wonder what was it that all those little boys in the little town called Tipsy were dreaming about. Well…the original dream was to have six little mouse on a bowl. Three white ones and three gray. This little boy who changed his little dream was dreaming about seven little mouse’s on that bowl. Three white ones, three gray and one black mouse.

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Text written by Nina

“Come on! I’ll catch you”, you promised and then I just jumped. Since that day by the lake we have been inseparable, almost like Siamese twins. We don’t do anything without each other. Well okay… maybe something like go to the toilet or stuff like that. Sometimes we do go to the toilet together. I’ll brush your teeth if you will brush mine? We don’t live under the same roof, but we spend so much time with each other so I think we totally should move in together. I completely trust you and I know that you will be there for me always. Or so I thought till you disappeared. It was one cold morning when I went to shower alone and you stayed in bed. I was in the shower maybe like twenty minutes and when I got out there you were gone. No note, no nothing. Not a word or a sound. It was just empty, cold silence. I was standing in front of our bed and drops of water keep fallen out of my hair.  

 It has been almost twenty years from that day you vanished. Still I have no clue what happened to you. Did you go by your own free will or something else? No one has heard from you since that. There was days when I thought that the spacemen kidnapped you. Sometimes I thought that you just fed up with me and left because of that. There were days that I thought that I saw you and many times I even fallowed those strangers, until I noticed that they weren’t you. I was feeling angry, hurt, loneliness, fear and worried most of the time. Of course there were days when I just couldn’t care less about you. I had to learn to live all by myself and it wasn’t easy thing to do. It surely didn’t help that on and off I imagined that I saw you. At first I thought that you just went to a grocery or something and you will be back at anytime. After a while I realized that you had left much farther than that. I waited and waited, but you never came back.

 My family and other friends keep telling me that you are dead and I should move on with my life. Sometimes I think too that you might be dead and after that I feel very guilty. My conscience spanks me after thinking that and I immediately regret my bad thoughts. I wish that someday you would come back and explain why you disappeared and where were you all this time? Most of the time I think that you are okay and you will come to me when it’s time. Maybe there is simple explain to all of this. Maybe there isn’t. Still I have to think that you are okay, because otherwise I go crazy. At this time I can only say that: “come on! I’ll catch you” and just wait for you to jump out.

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 I wish that I could hold you when you cry or when you have a bad day. I wish that I could tell you that I’m here for you. From day to day I watch you suffer and it just kills me. I want to yell and rage, but I won’t because I know that it doesn’t help. I can’t do anything for helping you and that is so frustrating. I have tried to touch you and talk to you, but you just don’t see me or hear me. My heart is broken and I’m feeling so depressed and lonely. I can’t get touch with anyone and believe me I have tried. I just don’t have anything else to do, but try to get you to notice that I’m here. That is all I do now and I hope that someday you’ll see me or hear me somehow. “I’m coming so catch me!”

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Text written by Nina

- Marmalade and cherry juice, you said. I smoked in the chain and watched a fly that was walking along your thigh. You swiped your hand, but too slowly. The fly was already on the wall. I shook the ashes outside, sucked the last fumes and stubbed out that cigarette. Birds were singing pretty loud outside and you could smell the rain coming. – Are you sure that you don’t want anything else? I asked. Fucking birds! They are so loud that I could not here what you said. – Honey? Did you say something? I asked again while I stood up and closed the window. The silence of your back was exhaustive. Even the flowers on your dress were mute. Silently I stared at the arch of your hip and waited and waited and waited. Finally I sighed and walked at the door. – Marmalade and cherry juice, I heard you whispering.

On my way at the downstairs I thought back about how you used to be a long time ago. I remember that you used to get wild just like that and you could burst into laughter at any moment. I loved your smile because your eyes were like two little stars when you laughed. A long time ago at the summerhouse you baked in the kitchen and you were covered in flour… I remember your eyes just sparkled when you looked at me and smiled. You were so happy and full of life! You were almost fearless and it was me, who was turning brakes on everywhere. The door bell clinked when I entered the grocery. How did I get here? I wondered. I had no clue at all. I walked to the counter and said: - Marmalade and cherry juice. Oh’ and four packs of cigarettes too.

When I got to the hotel I was soaked. I rushed out of the store and run all the way back to you. Trembling hands, I opened the door and stepped to the murky room. I walked by the bed and turned on the table lamp. There you were, just the way I left you… well, not quite. You were staring towards me and I saw there was emotion behind your eyes. The tears rose up into my eyes. Gently I put my hand to your hair and muttered: What is it honey? Tell me, please? I could hear the rain drumming the window. Nothing… you said absolutely nothing. Your eyes had gone back to such as they normally are, empty and glassy. My shoulders slumped down and I was feeling depressed again. What the hell I was thinking? I raged in my mind. I should have known better. I opened the window, sat down the ledge and lit a cigarette. – Marmalade and cherry juice, you said.

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Text written by Nina

It seems to me that time never stops. The day is always followed by the next day and the next day and the next…and so on. You wake up, eat your breakfast, brush your teeth, dress up, go to school or to work, get home, eat dinner alone or with your family, watch some TV, brush your teeth, undress yourself and go to sleep. Sometimes you might have sex, but not every day. That’s random you know. People do this same routine almost every day, every month and every year. All the time. All around the world. Winter or summer, rain or shine.  I wonder why? What makes them do that? Is it because they don’t know how to get out of that rat race?

I’m sitting here every morning and almost every evening and alone of course. Okay…not totally alone, because I have my little mouse with me. He has been with me since the day one and I don’t have the guts to leave him. Can you believe that, to me the mouse is worth more than a million? Maybe you can or maybe you can’t…we are still sitting out here and watching your way.  As I was saying, we like to sit here on the street and watch people go by us. I have often told the mouse how we people behave. I think he doesn’t understand it all, but that’s okay. I don’t either…

Now You must wonder that why the hell I’m sitting out here, all days, with the mouse, watching people come and go? You might think that I’m homeless. No I’m not. You might think that I’m unemployed. I can assure you that I’m not that either. Maybe you think that I’m an artist or something, but I must say that I’m no artist. At least I don’t see it as an excuse for sagging here, all day long, with my mouse. Yes it is mine, because I bought him at the pet store. And yes with my own money. I have a job remember? Well…If you really want to know what I’m doing here, come and sit by my side. We show you!

Ps. if you fall in love with my mouse, you can’t take him with you. I mean it!

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Text written by Nina

I can see you laughing. Your smile is so bright and the way your eyes twinkle, it makes me feel so warm inside. Your hair is always teased by the wind and I love how the sun highlights your color. It seems to me that you enjoy every moment of life. I remember perfectly that day, when I first saw you. It was luminous day and you were dancing with the autumn leaves. Yourcheeks were red from the cold and you looked so beautiful. I fell in love with you that day and I’ve loved you ever since. I know that you don’t even know that I exist. If you knew that I’m watching, you might think that I’m weird and lonely. I know that I’m not what you want or need. I’m no good for you. You deserve someone way better than me and that’s fine with me. I enjoy my life in the shadows. I don’t mind to be alone, because what I have with you right now is all that I need. I’m happy…

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There she is again. I know that she is watching me behind those curtains. I can tell you because I saw the curtains swing. I wish she would come out some day. I can’t understand why she is locked inside. She must be lonely. I remember that I saw her once. It was that luminous day, when the wind was very hard and the weather was freezing. I thought that I had never seen anything so beautiful. She was standing by that window and looking straight on me or more like through me. Her eyes were so dark and her hair was like glowing pearls. I think she wasn’t aware that I saw her. She was so far away and still so close. It would be nice if she could come out some day. I would like to get to know her and show her all that is amazing in this world.  Maybe I could go to her? What if I just knocked on her door? No, I don’t think that is a good idea. She might be scared. I just have to wait her move. Maybe some day…

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Text written By Nina

- Beautiful day, I said and created illuminating smile on my face. The girl stared at me with her piercing blue eyes and nothing moved on her face. She was like a stone. I sighed and opened the door for her. Musty air pours forth against us when we entered into the hallway. The girl didn’t say anything, but I could sense her aversion. I tried to fumble on a light switch, but I ended up just on my face on the floor.

- Oh, crap! I’m really sorry about this, I said, but the girl just walked over me without even looking at me. I got up and tried to look at what I had tripped on. The floor was completely covered with old newspapers and I guessed that I tripped on a pile of Journals. Well done, I said to myself. Now she is thinking that you’re an idiot. Twilight apartment was quiet like a tomb. At the end of the hallway I saw a little light coming out of the doorway. I thought that the girl had to go there and started to move forward.

When I entered into the room the girl was already gone. There were only curtains dancing with the wind. She had had to leave through the open window. Suddenly the sun came up and I saw an old picture frame sparkling on top of a broken dresser. I stepped a little bit closer and looked at the picture. There was a beautiful young girl in that photograph. The picture was very old. I mean it was old like it must have been taken at least hundred years ago. I looked even more closely that girl in the photograph and all the hairs of my body just rose up. It was she!

The picture I found somewhere on the internet/ Text written by Nina

Do you remember that weekend? I do. How can I forget all that happines that we had together? All that excitement that we shared! Now it is just a memory, but not anykind of memory, but happy one. Sometimes I think of you and all the things that we did there and I smile. Still I must say that there are days when I don’t want to remember you. Those days I’m feeling sad and I am angry at you. Why did it have to end? Why did you have to go? Why I couldn’t be different?

One day I thought that I saw you. I was sitting on that blue bench by the trainstation. That same one we use to sit. Few seconds I followed you or that who I thought was you with my eyes, but then you dissappeared round the corner. Did you saw me? I bet it wasn’t even you or were you? Anyway, after that day I have been thinking you more that I did before. I play with the idea, what would happen we met? What would I say to you or you to me? Whether it would be strange or would we be like we used to be? Would you look at me like you used to do?

Time has gone past us, I know that. You have probably forgotten me. Still I hope that you haven’t, because those wonderful memories. I wish that you remember it too and I hope that you think of me sometimes. I have to think this way, because otherwise I don’t have anything to remember for myself.

Photo by http://f-uel.tumblr.com/  Text written by Nina