She still remembers the stab in her soul the day she set a foot in the concrete jungle made of dreams. The wildness of the air, the rhythm of the streets. The energy she was breathing was beating her heart, leaving her breathless. Inebriated with too much life. For the first time.
Young enough to feel everything was possible; old enough to had left far behind the magical tales and the essence of innocence.
She observed and observed, the craziness of the world, the best and the worst, life was happening at that subway station. “Excuse me, miss, could you kindly let me know how to get there?”
It was then, that swift instant when she realized that restlessness deep inside, her peace flying far, far away. She was part of that madness. That moment of shake when she knew that her life, as she knew it, would never be the same.
Pseudònim: Charlie Kelmeckis