WEDNESDAY VS ELEVEN... WHO DO YOU CHOOSE?

 

Imagine you are inside a
movie scene
or simply in a moment of
your life,
who would you like to
meet?
Wednesday, with her
artist charm,
who looks at you without
ever blinking,
as if she already knows
that you will never be her destiny,
but that you could still
be part of it,
or Eleven, with her
telekinetic powers who, perhaps for a scene of jealousy,
blow up your house?!
Do you prefer Wednesday
with her jokes, the big black eyes that seem to want to hide
everything,
those big black eyes that
only reveal the truth when the cello is playing.
Or do you prefer Eleven,
a girl who has seen it all,
but that with her power
she can save the world.
A girl who is very
attached to those who love her,
but who still has so much
to learn about the life of "normal".
And if you thought of
both would you find a common point in them?
The relationship with
reality for both is not easy.
It is a relationship that
arises "from a different look" for Wednesday,
by conditions that made
her different for Eleven. 
Andyet millions and
millions of fans all over the world have bonded with the two of them
and,
now that in terms of
views on Netflix Wednesday is the new queen, who do you choose?
Would you abandon Eleven
for her, or maybe you're one of those who had already chosen Max,
(already but we'll talk
about Max another time).
Who are you looking at
now? The sulky look, sometimes too determined,
other desperate times
than Eleven?
Or are you looking in awe
and amazement at Wednesday that she came to the party,
Wednesday that tonight is
beautiful,
especially when she's
dancing like crazy in the middle of the floor?
Who do you choose?
Who do you choose now?
Do you stay with Eleven
or do you choose Wednesday?
Life is always made up of
choices, even when we dream.
And you?
What are you reading now?
You feel more like
Eleven,
you feel like a too
different girl who can't have a normal life,
because she has a gift
that no one has?
Or, like Wednesday,
you're feeling more cynical,
maybe a hug becomes the
hardest thing in the world.
Who would you choose to
be?
Do you want to be
Wednesday typing a new novel,
who weeps only in front
of (a) Dead Hand?
You want to be Eleven who
had a monster father who ruined her life
or Wednesday who has a
weird family, but who loves it.
Who do you choose?
Sometimes to become
something or someone,
you have to choose,
even in dreams.
Who do you choose?
Who are you?
Eleven or Wednesday?
And now, before you read
on,
think of both
think of Eleven, of her
hand aimed at a monstrous creature,
think of her power and
the love she has for her friends.
Imagine her with long or
short hair.
Then think of Wednesday,
the big black eyes,
the gaze sometimes lost
in the void
and that hug, given only
at the end,
to a friend she didn't
know she had.
Have you thought about
it?
Good,
now close your eyes
and tell me who you see!
Who do you see first if
you keep your eyes closed?