Let me see

open these doors

I will follow

and show you your inner side

Standing in front of the Red Mountain he decided to tell his travel companions about all his adventures, thinking that it would help him to get to the core of the troubling thoughts.

But this wasn't the case.

The windows of the Lloyd's office overlooked a huge, abandoned quarry of the lime factory. On one of the rocky walls, some metal lift fastenings have been preserved.

But then there was a bang.

This time too, he couldn't help but feel that everyone was looking at him. He gave the taxi driver the address and began to get closer to finalizing his plan. His little suitcase felt warm..

He thought about its contents and smiled.

Two chestnut trees looking like a married couple loomed on the horizon. The air was heavy, freezing and highly polluted. Being together gave us the strange feeling of security.

We never thought about this place.

We had to wait for the train long hours. Woke up at 5 am and even this afternoon we still could feel the pillow scent on the cheeks. The fog was thickening.

But then we realised it was not the Sun.

While the tide was low people were camping on the wide beach. The moisty sand was sticking to the bare feet of the leisure seekers. Lazy music was played from the car radios.

But tomorrow will be cloudy.

Hello! They shouted thinking this is the most logic thing to do seeing the house if the middle of the park surrounding the old church. But you could only the trees whisper in response.

Helloooo?

This was really the most magnificent view we were ever hoping to see. The boat was so shaky though that the captain had no mercy and ordered us to return to usual duties.

And so we did.

She had to think about it. The urge of contemplating it was so strong that she would not even realise this can be a waste of time. She went to the river and let it flow.

But her thoughts were like butterflies.

They met during one of the darkest nights of the year. On his conditions. Restaurant was empty and old, he could feel the dust entering his airways. He started explaing.

But fist he sneezzed.

Beautiful surroundings! I wished I lived there, enjoying the freshly squeezzed orange juice every morning. I could pick olives straight form the thousands of years old trees.

And make olive oil myself.

Yes, he dissapeared and it was not his choice. He did not want to hurt her. And she understood, started to look for somebody else imediately. A person who will help her to fulfill the promise.

She had her reasons.

And then the rocket escaped above the sky, towards the Sun.

And then turned around and dropped in the ocean. Forever forgotten.