The wild sun plays to touch my dark skin. I am feeling a live. Live. Nice sensation. How much I was missing the real life...
Here I am. Somewhere you probably don't know. The high trees look like paper castles, stroking the sky. All around me is green, as lies. The nature seems to whisper me the road to the city. I don't know why, but inside this lush forest I am not feeling lost. So I walk, walk in the rain, in the dark night, in the seconds, minutes, hours...a labyrinth of time.
Finally, I do get rid of the skin of innocence. I am not a child any more. And I am not like Peter Pan, I really want to grow with the years, and one far day close my eyes in an eternal dream.
I am in the city. One city more in this world...the name doesn't matter. Here nobody cares about your nothing. So lonely, as ever, I continue my adventure in this new spider web of skycrapers. I admire every new discovery agreement: the elevator, the amazing shops of the central street, the posters of lights, the tides of people going to some unknown place...
Under ground.
What is this? I just want to see. So I go down the stairs with all types of people, angels and demons of this hostile place called Earth. I am not sure who is who...they deceive the appearance.
In a moment of confusion something pushes me into the arms of someone. Someone confused, that maybe is as he looks. Because sometimes, only sometimes, the things seem as they look. He. Maybe a sweet demon. He catches me, and fortunately, I don't fall.
Oh! Thanks.
(He should be your character, to can start a history together. React as you want. Willing to mess you up. With love. Jimmy♥)
He is sitting in a train, on the way to his hometown. Looking out of the window, watching the scenery passing, accompanied by the monotonous sound of the train. He lost his mind in the beauty of the world outside. Sometimes the scenery was determined by invigorating hills. Other times he was surrounded by deep and silent forests which tell us hundred of stories. The landscape outside is different from time to time, in contrast to his live. He was not sure whether he should be happy about coming home. His live seems to be always the same, dominated by sameness and sorrow. He always wanted to change this, getting out of this circle, but he didn’t make it. Every time he was trying to do his best, but it ended in a tragedy. Perhaps it isn’t the right world for him.
ReplyDeleteThe train stops. The charming landscape was disappeared. People and human buildings had removed the peaceful nature. He stands up, takes a step outside and smells the odor of city. He realizes that it was just an interchange station, so he made his way to his final train. He struggled through the human crowd. Between business people and travelers he shoulder his way. The crowd gets denser and vaster. He recognizes a push to his arm. He turns around, holding a girl in his arms. She sat up. For the first moment inconspicuous, like a caterpillar which turns into a stunning butterfly.