I took the most beautiful photo.
And it reminds me of you.
It is enough to see the reflections of the train carriage,
A fence of orange rectangles bouncing again the powdery blue sky,
To take me back to the hours before when I first met you,
And I can only ponder, thinking,
What was your first impression?
Somedays it feels like I’m so close to knowing, maybe meeting,
But I forget, you’re you, and I’m me,
Things become distant when I arrive at the conclusion,
For though it is the truth,
Chasing after lost dreams has always been my weakness.
It will almost be a year since that destined stare we shared,
And I am not ashamed,
For though life is embedded with mysteries we all know of,
I have always wanted to intertwine my being with my dreaming.