old wooden floor, full of stories and steps, welcoming every touch bare feet dancing, touching one look with the corner of the eye, only once was enough to see the shape scene
seeking, fight against the self got there and returned to the same path climbed rock by rock, sleepless still there, in the dawn, in the creepy sunset, in shadows black, dark, a shadow following each step of the thoughts haunted, without escape, high walls, just walls surrounding, no no no a second of dream, the joy went back to fairytale Apocalyptica - How far
it finally cleared, remained back there in black and white lots of gray, just a picture of what, how it was. one by one colors are coming back, painting each thought, bringing the light in between each piece of memory a guitar, folk, the first smile, the first kiss, youthfulness, hands, a chaos of hands sun, rain, thunder, leafs, chestnut trees
going slowly, step by step, long way ahead leafs in colors falling on the right, wind whispering on the left first frost just went down and now is melting quietly shining lazy in the afternoon light dark night and shadows lay in front of the boot, mud and frozen shapes; roads walked long time ago by other steps, strong and merciless ones; they were barbarians, now they are just other humans seeking for their fairy tell the woods so much singed about, so well known and still so real with each new breath
high, sea wind, floating through the clouds soft clouds, white foam the whisper of the seagulls flying, sounds of the waves stepping into the sand one face, one touch water drops making down the skin
a few days ago, years, a couple of days after tomorrow running through the grass, touching the high quiet, wind and quiet there, far away, where you go sometimes when it's sunny
clear summer sky next to sunset wind softly blowing near the eyes peace, relaxation sweet lips starring and eyes smiling joy, youth, white, scent of fluffy colors in summer life