"The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you."
There are people who cannot live without war and war shapes and molds them to its whim as if they were their bodies of clay and water. Through the oceans of flames on the battlefield, the hearts of the soldiers burned, in this world that we all wanted to call hostile, violent and aggressive, the muffled word "Survive" could be heard.
And his eyes only reflected the fire, his pupil fixed on the barrel of his rifle and prey to his next target, aim, lock and fire. Again, and again her little body moved shuddering between severed legs and arms.
that memory as real as it can be woke me up, I wished that all this road traveled had been just a dream, a lapse of memory that is lost through the corridors of incoherence, even if it lasted for years.
it was not the wildness, nor the fierceness, nor even the determination of her will that drew me to her, but her innocent gaze, because deep inside there was a flower longing to break through to life, to the sun.
no one but me knew the taste of her kisses, the only one I stole once between dreams, do you know what her kisses taste like, they taste like butterflies, but those butterflies made of magic, it is not something I could describe so easily, and butterflies although simple celestial beings are much more complex in their universe.
There is no reason, no why, no question that makes sense to this story, but the mere fact of existing only for her, because her existence on this planet could not be more suitable.
"When she looked at him, a million sensations were unleashed, but the only thing she could do was smile".