Since no soul can see himself like the others do as long as the essential is invisible to its own eye; a passionate story about finding anew the love already fallen in love with, sounds delicious when told by the gods’ eyes and a woman’s heart.
It soon becomes the vain truth once its deed is done by he who walks amongst us yet not one of us, and inconveniently, following that single purpose shallows his heart. Lost, he no longer believes in his own knowledge but who a soul is ever not.
Life presents itself elusive, for he has no problem following orders where hope is confessed as its miracle. Realizing how many wrongs he has to do to make it right; he seizes the moment which moves beautifully along, whether in the eye of a beholder or not.