A tale of an ordinary but quite amazing life

Once again he could see that glint on her eyes that would set his whole world on fire. And from the start he knew that it would be the end of him. Because, how can you grasp a summer breeze? How can you save a sunrise for later? However, how can you battle something that is already part of you?

And if every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around, what went wrong before? And most important what had changed? Probably nothing had. A future that has never been. And stubbornly it tried to escape from oblivion.

Was it too much? Could it had happened any other way? Those are question that belong to philosophers. He on the other hand could only keep moving. He was the man who never gives in because that would be given up.

A tale of an ordinary but quite amazing life

She had a particular type of beauty. The one you would stare for hours; never quite knowing what caught your eyes in the first place. Nonetheless what stroke him first was her ability to provoke him. It seemed, sometimes, she had in her possession a blueprint of his soul. An access to a special place that no one had ever had. Deep down he had alway known that those wandering eyes would be the end of him.

As a goddess Fortuna's joke they were never at the same page in the book of life. In the begining he spent his time in the pages of now and she thrived in the lines yet to be written. When finally he ran to join her she got back to the first chapters and held on to a past, which could only had been great through the dirty glass of memory.

All that he could offer was dreams that were thick and solid as a summer breeze after a storm. Who would believe a thive caught so many times? And in desire his heart burned and longed for a future that hanged for a thread. (to be continued...)