Care

He was looking the passengers at the station, only few smiles, questioning himself why are they so ashamed of deeds. He always made a movie out of one picture. One of those was left engraved deep inside. In the mist of a thick crust, angry and sanguinary he was running to get his revenge until he found a small lake to which he was truly in a way afraid to approach. It seemed so pure and hidden from all lies. Very slowly he lowered his head and with eyes full of sadness looked at his bloody hands. Blood was so shiny and clear that in some craziest dreams he could compare such a beauty. He was hiding behind the trees, not realizing he was learning a lot about the patience. At the lake shore he saw her. Just by the look he could feel the softness of her skin. With his heart he fired the right in her eyes. With her smile healed his soul. As his heart was growing so he could change the scenery with her. Cross views in the night of the full moon, under the shine of the star sky he was very gently moving his fingers through her hair smelling her memories and absorbing all bad energy which she was not aware at the time.