And there I was standing, surrounded by a crowd but feeling alone. Unable to see my soul reflected in the eyes in anybody. Except but one. The one who saw his eyes from me.
Have you ever wished for something with all your heart only to find that life conspires to keep it out of your reach? Of course you have. We all know the feeling of being a hamster running through the maze of crystal walls that we romantically call free will. Life presents you a handful of prizes, but you reject them, longing only for the one behind the glass. The unreachable one. The one denied to you. You may scream and curse and kick, but it changes nothing. Your desires fog up the glass, witnessing someone else effortlessly taking what was sacred to you.
What did I want?
Sees it.
The kind of love whose eyes you confess are the only person in existence. A love that would stop the world to spend eternity by your side and with each gesture will show you unimaginable meanings.
But my hopes just were the conception of the illusions that faded into disillusions.
A cruel lesson. But a lesson at the end.
A heart that rushes for craving will always fall flat on the floor, broken most of the times. And after gluing it back into one piece, our heart will race and fall again and again, until we learn we were never meant to be a whole, but pieces of a puzzle.
Because gluing endless pieces of a broken heart you can make it so big to hold inside the world's love.
M. Ch. Landa
