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.
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