"No man is made the same".The only thing he wrote in a large piece of paper. He knew that whatever impression it would evoke, it was already too late for him to repair. The second impression is stronger than the first one, he nodded to himself, but he had messed both of them up already. He had said too much when he needed to say little, and said too little when he needed to say more.
Where does a man goes from here? This was not really a question in his mind anymore, it was a habit. Where to go had become the focus of his journey. No mater how much he wanted to stay, something always kept him gazing at the horizon...far away...as far as his green eyes could see without loosing its shine. A horizon so far away that he had stopped placing an arriving point in it. All that he knew was that he had to go. What he would leave behind him would always cry, always wish for more and always ask for more than he could give. They all had loved him beyond he could ever love himself, and it was that reality that soared deep into his guts, that sometimes made a tear drop down into his heart.
NOTE TO READER: the paragraphs are not in order of events and there are "missing" pieces in between.
It was half past midnight, she took a step back and wondered if she was indeed at the right place. She stood there for a moment, pondering if it was worthy for her to follow it through. It had been important in the past when she had first arrived, but now, after all, it seemed to had lost its charm. Ahead of her, three hundred meters down the street, she saw a man standing on the corner. He looked tall, wearing a black coat, an umbrella to his shoulder but it was not raining. Distinguished amongst the fog was his nervousness, walking back and forth, head tilted down. She took a deep breath and another step back and hid behind the broken door of the 2406 Valley Vista Boulevard. The man with the umbrella suddenly looked into her direction….