As I walk
my infinite path, the streets either get smaller or larger. They are being
built on the way, as I am ever on the road. People pass, in and through me. I
walk half of the time during the day, another half at night. The day, even
bright, blinds my eyes. The night, even scary, allows me to see the stars. And
every once in a while, I have a glimpse – it’s this fast and brief light that
fascinates me and makes me stop my pace. This is a story about it - I will look
back and think: remember the night where you saw that shooting star?
There was a
sound in the background, the light soundtrack playing on live stream – it’s the
nude feeling of breaking the routine. Hidden under dark shades, you have more
than meets the eye.
Although
you live through your words, you sound like someone that could hear the voice
of my silences; someone to understand my chaos, and yet I’m dying to ask: who
hurt you? Who changed you? Who made sadness rest in your eyes?
More than
pre-fabricated talks, you’re not one of those that comes in a box - no price
tag, just value.
I have come
up with the solution that this world is not made to be your home - you have
better places to be. But before leaving, shooting star, be the light that
guides me.
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