In love with Sky - Bulgaria 2019

Moonlit stars. Love brings bones rest from the road up ahead. it shines on the weary travelers who had chosen a moonlit night to embrace eachother outside. Comfortable and ease. shaken not by the minds who invented time. Gazed we inhaled the comfort of being together. laying cuddled in each other. and kisses are just then pure beginnings. extractions of the surroundings.

This is what Sky and me stumbled upon in Bulgaria.
we met in a city and she asked "Why do we meet in a city."
"There are more lonely stories here." i answered.

in a cafe outside a man approached us and we recognized him as he drifted more and more towards us.
"Cestmir! Sky! I live in a hippie house in the mountains. Would you like to join me there?"

it was a friend we made named Pawel in the Rainbow in Czech.

we followed him with an adventurous spirit.

it was a lovely week we spend there. it was paradise to be at such a place where we were surrounded by old friends and lovely hugs. to not spend time but make more time.

and in this slumbering of love we became the purity of love itself.

we spend hours laying in eachothers arms but also the comfort of loneliness was felt.
it was a magic ride where the tide of clashing stopped for awhile and we became a unity.

it didn't last long enough but eventually Sky went to Poland and she had a plan to pick grapes in France to earn money and i went onwards to Turkey to follow on my path of meeting my old friends and spend my time on the Rainbow there.

if she would have asked me, i would have come with her and my life would have guided me to a different reality where i would have earned money with grapes and she and i could rest easily our sorrows when we joined forces in Athens.

but Life wanted us to part ways and part ways we did.

now i choose a road without stabilitity again and  letting go of the love that i had received.

but i want all the stories in the end. i want to capture their hearts and slumber inside their secrets to inhale the possibilies that never loose faith.

I would fall in love three times in Turkey.
I would be confronted by friendship and it would be my downfall and my uprising.
I would guide a missing link to the pathways of minds and generate inspiration from broken bodies.
Guided by virtue I would stand when the darkness exhaled his breath upon me and I would be likely to dwell through Life towards dreams never possible.

But then, Dreams always have the nagging ability to come true in the end.