And you, accustomed to the darkness, will not immediately open your eyes when I take off my scarf. But you don't have to worry - the bright light will not blind you. In our world there is nothing like that, everything is just so that we can feel like ... at home.
Yes at home! The sailboat of our hopes will be waiting for us, and we will climb the ladder. And no longer I - but you will carry me along, carried away by what is happening.
What's next? We will sail - to where dreams come true, where hopes soar like cranes, which, when fulfilled, become tame. And you will look and not believe that this can be. But - you yourself told me that miracles happen, they simply cannot but be! Therefore, our world exists, it is waiting for us.
And then the melody of a lonely violin will sound, which will sound only for us, filling the space with fog from dreams. And it will be transparent - just enough so that we can see what we need, what we want. Why fog? In order not to interfere with others, so that others do not interfere with us ...
Well, how? You hold my hand tightly and look into the distance. What do you see? Execution of the plan? Of course it will!
What else? Success? Sure! How could it be otherwise?
What else? Maybe joy? Can…
I don't know what you can see, because we are not in that world yet. But one day - I will come to you and take your hand. And I will lead you to our world. And you so want to come with me. And not I - but you will lead me, because I will only call you, and only you know the way ...
Who am I? Your tenderness ... and for you ...