You cross my path

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 I don't think you quite know who I am

I am the son of loyalty

I hope you understand

Charlatans UK

Too soon, we parted too soon. 

No time to get to know each other, no time to find out what you might have loved about me and what I would've died for. Because, let's face it, no matter how things went, I would have been the over-dramatic one. But still, it's unfair, so unfair that I just can't let it go. It was just a glance, a frame of someone sitting in the window seat of a moving car caught from another car. An idea, a blurred vision of something. 

Is that hope shaping reality the way you'd like it to be? Hell yeah. What is it there for, if not for that? Is there any other reason to go on, if not hope? Purposes are not certainties.

We can't turn back time or chase ghosts down an empty highway, but we do have to send out signals, paint our faces with visible colors, scream loud or play funny instruments so that our peers could catch a glimpse of what we are. 

It's like the shining. Few people can feel that, but I do believe that there's something more than words to know each other. And talking about The Shining, here's what Stephen King once said about his movie: "What's basically wrong with Kubrick's version of The Shining is that it's a film by a man who thinks too much and feels too little."

That's exactly what I'm talking about. 

Feelings are not about time or reason. 

If you end up embarking on a pointless quest, waiting for reality to match your thoughts, well, you better be lucky. It's the other way around. It doesn't really matter if he/she crossed our path by mistake or God or karma wanted this to be so. It's what we feel about it that makes the difference. 

And so you crossed mine, on a cold and damp autumn day. In the crowd, everyone else looked like dust in a desert, plain and pointless to my eyes. There you stood and still you stand, and nobody else knows. 

Well, I do. And somehow, I believe you do too.