Once

It was a time that he did not wanted to miss. He only knew these feelings until one week, but he felt as if had felt this way since years. It was reality and fantasy at the same time. Thus, he did not know if he was living or dreaming. But he did not care about that, he wanted to live this way and he knew, it was good.

Moreover, he tried to enhance these feelings. He created thoughts, he imagined situations that nobody had imagined before. He was the king, the president, the dictator and the oligarch at the same time, but neverthless, he always stayed himself. And, he knew, it was good.

Nevertheless, he could not discribe his feelings, he could not paint his inmaginariy pictures and he could not talk about his own movie in his head. And, he knew, it was good.