Butterfly
My Beautiful Obsession
She was gone. She continued her normal life.
I wonder if she remembers me.
I tried as well. No luck.
I didn't believe in love at first sight, before.
Now, the lust for her touch is eating me away.
I can't stop thinking about her.
I couldn't sleep at night.
Every time, I closed eyes, she would appear in my mind.
Why did she have such impact on me?
The distance is driving me crazy.
I couldn't last a minute more without her.
But what could I do?
I just had to face the fact, that I wouldn't see her no more.
And it hurts like Hell.
A year passed. We had multiple concerts around Europe.
I found out, that France was a paradise for me and
the places I saw in Germany were one of the most beautiful I've seen so far.
I fell in love with Europe and it's culture.
My manager asked, if I wanted to visit the nearby gallery in Prague.
He said, that the best students from the Art Academies
around Europe participated in the exhibition.
As soon as we walked in, I inhaled once again the smell of freedom.
That freedom, that we, the artists have.
I walked around the gallery, fascinated by the creativity and skills, that were shown in the works.
A large painting caught my eye.
A street was painted, a very familiar one.
At the end of the street, there was a boy, walking away.
A girl was looking towards him.
The sky was grey.
The ground was wet.
I knew that street.
I looked at the name of the artist ,at the right corner of the bottom, on the painting.
The town was the same. I didn't recall the name. I never knew it.
I thought, I had finally forgotten about her.
I guess not.
I rushed towards the wall with the artists' photos.
She was there.
I stared at the picture. I had forgotten about her basic appearances.
I just memorized her eyes and lips.
I knew she was beautiful, but this picture showed a perfect looking woman.
Was this fate?
If it was, maybe it would be okay, for me, to follow it.
I wanted to find her.
Hear her voice.
Feel her touch.
Hear her laugh.
I needed to see her.
She sent butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about her.
I think I love her.
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