Rove

His cigarette slipped off his hand and fell on the wet ground beneath him. His legs motionless, his crystal green eyes collecting all the shadows that the rainy day casted upon his memories, those crystal green eyes were staring into someone’s infinity. He thought about how hard it was for him to dive into his imagination lately. Everything seemed too real, too obvious.

He had always dreamt of avoiding the current. There were things he could not bear and dreams he knew he shouldn’t dream. Some things are better left unknown, some prayers are better left unanswered and some vows are better left untaken. A flash of light, a sun ray touched his cheek.

He was always given only one chance. He never failed to blow it.

Joseph Gordon Levitt
Joseph Gordon Levitt

 

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