His face was full of wrinkles...When I touched them, I traveled through life. I studied every little line on his hands; feeling them completely on the tip of my smooth fingers... Those lines took me into life, passed me through all the stages, made me see and intoxicated me...It was during one of those trips, I have lost my youth...somewhere...at some irreversable place...

It was a trip of a middle-aged man in seek of his lost manhood. He was insecure, he was a failure. And he was traveling... He thought after passing the borders, he would not need his identity. Different lands, different people promise different masks for travelers. Thus, he replaced his passport in his bag, welcomed his new self, forgetting the fact that the ID he had in his bag was still a part of him, still some reflection of legal stuff about him, but still so true...

Whom he was fooling?
Whom he was celebrating?
Nobody.
But himself.
He thought he could restore what he was lacking inside
He thought he would feel more "man" with lots of women.
But how possibly could he feel that while he was a failure with ONE?
Lots of women,
Lots of failure.
Could he ever understand that?

Once I had a dream, a dream that I never wanted it lasted. But, it did.
Sunlights that had awaken me from this dream guided me to twilight zone...

Under the infinite sky, being enchanted by its beauty, I loved a sparkling star, a start I thought unattainable.
When the night entirely fell upon, I realized that I was 'the star'...

Dancing on the dream fantasy line recklessly, I stumbled down. I stumbled down in reality.

Once in a dream, with infinity at my heart, I learned to love. I learned to surrender myself to your love.

I love you IN real.