There were too many and too little at the time...

Do you ever wonder how things happen? How you cross someone else's path and yours looks more obscure?

I wonder...sometimes there were too many...too many lovers to choose from, too many options to escape and at the end of the day I always chose the wrong path.

The sun was sunning through the branches of the trees, the sound of the birds was sweet and the warmth of the summer obvious and soothing again the skin and yet the choice was evident. It was as if a choice was not necessary since that path was easier, the sand under the toes was smooth and warm.

And yet the choice was simple.

But afterwards when you go deeper in the path you chose and you look around, the sun vanishes behind the trees, the light decreases right before you eyes, silence surround you and the sand under your feet turns cold and unpleasant.

On the other side the less obvious choice looks for what it is and always was: not simple but the right choice.

The apparently dark round looks brighter under the glassy light of the moon, the thick and tall trees look familiar and the hard stone looks smooth and inviting.

There your choice proves to be wrong and the easy round traps in the impossibility of turning back time, of looking more carefully for the best path, of feeling the unknown disappear and the fear of getting lost it what had to be so familiar and safe...

The time, the experience and the past choices do not help to fall in the same mistake.

The taste of regret so well-known is still bitter and the feeling of losing your mind is yet once again part of you.

Nothing changes and that moment is yet coming towards you and feeling you with the sour taste of lost, once again.