Of Stars and Dreams. Part 1.

He runs for eternity... blinded by the vision he was chasing. Running, stumbling over the stones, falling... getting up with a furious growl and rushing forward again. Till he wouldn't feel legs, till they would bleed as his knees used to, till his lungs would burn out of the air, till some beast would got him and tear apart, alive. He was running in fever, with a blur feeling of terror mixed with frenzy, flaming desire to strive even higher, to run till the death would find him.

Somebody whispers in his ears, so close... yes, he chases somebody. He can feel the pleasant smell, hear the footsteps. So close - just run a bit more faster. Just a bit... one step after another. For eternity.

But then he see the top of the mountain - it appeares out of the fog, promising his triumph. And She stands there, he feels Her with every particle of his soul. Choking, angry but driven by so childish and naive sense of hope he makes a final effort and runs even faster, reaching out, trying to grasp what he was striving for... only the sun could be higher.

Slowly he tries to hold it but it evades, escapes him... he feels the breath, he see the lips...a promise of paradise... he stands on the very edge of the path, unable to reach what he desires. His face is torn by despair and pain... he makes another step forward, into the abyss - but closer to the sun.

Air yells in the ears, light disappears somewhere above - he falls. He falls with nothing in his hands, but the whisper continues. There's no more light but that fall and a siren that whispers to his mind, luring him, teasing, playing with him. Her song is so beautiful but laughting at him, mocking his misery. Siren, so beautiful and fascinating... so lethal.

He looks over his shoulder, trying to see the end of the abyss - but there's no end. There's just an endless fall... strive to rise higher, so naive. There's no ground, siren all fades away but her voice, ripping the soul. He cincerely smiles, realising the cruel irony of his fate. Smiles, hiding the tears... choking, because a dead man cannot cry. The fall would be painful.

Why is that? Because it's so silly to chase a dream.