To the helpless and hopeful
Hello and greetings to the helpless and hopeful. Yes...that's us. The strong ones that are here to find love and ocean away. Yes, it's us, the ones with the Skymiles cards and the transatlantic flights. Yes, it's us, the ones that wait in the lounge during our long flight layover in Paris or Amsterdam or Frankfurt. Yes, it's us that make the Aeroflot longhaul flight over Iceland and Greenland over Moldova and past St Petersburg to Moscow. And then, the longer flight to Novosibirsk and then the 10 hour train to Novokuznetsk. Or its us, the few that want to meet in Nizhnevartovsk, or maybe it's us, the ones that fly to Borispol then the fast train to Kharkov or the fast train to Lviv. Maybe you get the impression that my little novella is about me. It is indeed about me and my friends. About half of us found love, and the other half found something else entirely. We found some broken bones or empty wallets or strong Vodka, or we found a challenge by men of your countries, as they felt invaded by another alpha male. I have felt all these things. Yet here i am, very fortunate to be born in the USA and so with that comes a golden ticket....a passport to anywhere...anytime! Don't give up ladies and gents because the love is worth it. If you found it for a year and lost it you STILL know there are good kind people there! So keep your heads up and your hearts open. It's there for us to find, or to find us. Either way it's tomorrow. Yes, it's tomorrow. She loves me....so it's tomorrow. POETRY AND BLOGS BY ANDREW. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS.