Wandering between the chaos and cacophonies he drifted through life. Unlost yet captive. Till she waltzed into his commotion. Calmly taking charge, setting him free. All he saw was her eyes. Deep. Mysterious. He knew they were magic and was now bound. Under their spell he was lost and did not want to be found.
Lost on road in the middle of nowhere, in an unknown country, she saw the cathedral. It seemed more familiar than it should have. The feeling eerily oscillated between déjà vu and a premonition. She fought the chill running through her spine as she walked towards it. She didn’t know if the place she was seeing was a part of her past or future, but the attraction was compelling.
She opened the door of the almost empty hall, between the candles flickering around she saw herself standing at altar wearing a white gown, holding yellow flowers in her hands.
Are you lost, asked a man who saw her gazing into nothingness
I might not have know where I was going, but I have reached exactly where I was suppose to be, she replied.
Photo credit: Poonam Thaval (she owns a piece of my heart)