Like a bridge over troubled waters

There was that time in which everything seemed to vanish, fading in a sort of misty and cold atmosphere. That summer was very hot, but one was feeling like walking naked at 5.am on a hazy road in Streatham, London. Dispossessed of everything which could even look like a beam of sun. That was hard to endure. The obscurity. To tell the truth, that seemed to be impossible to endure.

I was looking for some friend who could sing me the song...

When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I'm on your side

When times get rough And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

I don't remember when the decision came. It was like if it appeared because it just knew that a decision was needed. It started growing little by little, like a little tiny plant from a seed. And I started taking care of it: it seemed to be so delicate, so fragile. I watered it, spoke to it, and then I gave a little name to her. Yes, her, because I felt the decision was a she, like a Greek goodness.

Then days started to shorten, the mist faded away little by little, and one day I found myself playing again in the streets. That day you arrived. I thought you were a Martian, or a space invader, or some kind of Celtic fairy, landed here by mistake. You were green and orange.

The song which came was another one.

Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed
instead

Of running around
And pulling all your threads saying
Breaking yourself up

If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken heart then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

Hold your own

Know your own name
And go your own way

And everything will be fine
Everything will be fine

Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I'm doing everything

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And everything, everything will be fine
Everything

Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?

Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.

Yeah everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything

Hold your own
And know your name
And go your own way

You didn't seem to be scared, but we couldn't understand each other. I didn't speak your language. You didn't know what I was saying. Two different worlds. That night I decided to use again my World-Builder. I hadn't used it in years, after All-The-Worse happened. I didn't almost remember how to use it. But I managed. And we could start to speak a bit.

I started to learn your language, but there were moments in which we misunderstood things.
Then everything changed into something sweet, and sometimes cheesy (but we liked it).

Fairies, they mumberfly all the time.