And you become that person again with chaos instead of life. You see the woman again with a smile on her face and her eyes twinkling with happiness. You never thought about the future. You made all the possible mistakes by smiling and throwing yourself into the void. A moment of happiness generally costs you years of life, but you don't care anymore. When you have nothing to lose, you play with all the cards on the table.
You can't hide your delight and your face radiates. Too many dreams, too many emotions, too little patience… As you have become accustomed to, you go straight to a wall with all your speed. You can't stop and you don't even want that.
You can still. After so long it still feels. When the time comes, you always feel it. You had built such high walls and now you simply open the fortress gate wide and invite a stranger to step inside. Throw the dusty sheets off the furniture, release a room and place it at the same table with you.
You know he's an illusion seller. You worked full time at the same job and you performed. You picked souls as if you could ever replace yours, but for a second it's beautiful. You imagine. You imagine it as a night, you imagine a morning in two and then you open your eyes. All this will not happen. The sellers of illusions are just nomads. Soul collectors and dream destroyers.
How many cities did you not conquer just to choose solitude? How many souls did you not collect just to lock them in the past? How many dreams did you not destroy in your turn just to see memories of happy people?
