Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Crowded streets, crowded strange streets. I can feel the city alive inside of me, reconstructing itself piece by piece. Earlier this morning i had so many questions, my ideas were scratching my brain with an unbridled frenzy. The bells from the cathedral woke my senses back up. I forgot i was not alone though i wished i was. I was starting to loathe my two allies, i realised they were dragging me behind. I changed my clothes fast and i rushed out of the motel room without saying a word. I couldn’t care less what they thought at that exact moment. I needed to get away, to escape from them, but, wait, where am I?

Clocks from different time zones were all around me, i was starting to panic. I can’t be in New York, no, i’m in Houston, but i can’t possibly be in Houston. I was lost. My mind was lost , but my thoughts were still hurting my brain, i wanted to scream for help, i needed a way back home, i was shouting from the top of my lungs, but nobody was around me anymore, except for this tiny beautiful butterfly. I was sure it was my only way out of this strange time loop.

I raised my hand , i just wanted to touch it, to be as pure as it can be in this terrible and distorted world. My hands were shaking too much and i killed it by mistake. What a shame, i said to myself..

Suddenly i was starting to fall, nothing was around me anymore, i was falling..endlessly. All of my past mistakes, all of my tragedies were there, tearing me from the inside and from the outside. The pain that i felt was unbearable, it tore my heart into pieces and my soul crumbled into small crystal shards. Seconds later a hurricane swooped me away with brutal force and i felt a hand on my shoulder:

Are you ok, man?

I opened my eyes differently than i had opened them before, i felt strange, but good. I was feeling something that i could not have explained at that moment.

Yes, i am, don’t worry. I paused for a minute , silence bestowed upon the room. I wanted to say something else and i could only say one thing:

You know what? I killed a butterfly and a hurricane changed me entirely.