Stuck

She was stuck in the middle of the market without knowing what was the reason why she was standing there. He promised her that he will be honest with every little second of his life, converse shoes, flashing lights, wandering cab drivers, and he kept on writing, and moving like a perpetuum mobile, there was no hidden purpose like for some people you know they just want to get richer without doing the smallest effort without moving a single feather of their wings, and you know that wealth only attracts more wealth. Her perception during that day changed for ever and she starting writing more about the things she loved, sound of trains when you are going to meet someone dear, writing like there was no tomorrow and embracing all the bells around, dancing with this crazy crazy world.

He brought her flowers and seemed like he walked 1000 miles from a country so far away, no one could have ever break that silence and distance since he had moved at the end of the world only expecting the unknown, people warned him that this would happen, you have to do it...you cannot just wait for things to simply unveil themselves to you, and he remembered about the weird indian friend who was eating with his hands and which people were judging and laughing about, without even trying to understand the incredible distance this guy has traveled to simply be there without appreciating the infinite strangeness of this life. He knew at some point a decision had to be made but not now.

She smiled and started her photography classes taking mind pictures about all the people she met on the street, and realized it's instinct that would make her come alive again, and that only by going deeper and deeper she would find another soul. He couldn't understand a single thing anymore. He had been exposed and had to move on.