Down In The Walley

I saw a lady. I said hi. She had pain in her eyes. She was tipsy at yesterday's night she said. I left. Being lost but not even cry.

On the way back home, i dreamed a question: "Hey do you sell hope for your customer?". I change my way and i went there. But, i couldn't ask since the question was weird. I sit on the couch. I drunk my tea. I read my book.

I think i saw a dream over there. I don't know rest of my life. It is fact. But, i think i saw the most beautiful girl in my life.

Why are you holding your hair like that? Where did you find your white dress with that tons of red spots? You are smiling? Are your eyes real? How come they so shinny and shy at the same time? Are you real?

Then, owner of the shop came to me. He said "Can i interrupt your reading for a moment?" I said "Sure". Then, he told me with all his kindness that he wanted to share his three stories. He was selecting the words while he was talking. Then, he signed his stories for me. He didn't gave me only his stories, he gave me hope like a tea even if he doesn't know.

The time was running. She was there, but i couldn't even move. I knew 11pm was the time to leave. I knew she was waiting me to say something. At 11pm, she left. I wasted two minutes around to say something to her. I looked around. But, i couldn't find her...

Were you real?