Victoria station situated almost in the heart of London. Lots of people leave and return everyday. Steps,many steps, sound loudly on the pavement. Old walls whispering Hellos and Goodbyes.
I am slowly passing by evey single morning.
Colours, faces, shapes changing in front of my eyes. People around become characters of amazing stories. Some smile nonchalantly, others are lost in their thoughts.
Rush. Infinite rush. I stop right in the center of the crazy movement.
It could be enough to grab somebody’s hand and say Hi.
A step separates us from each other. The fear of creating bonds. “Taming”. Let yourself be tamed.
Scared of getting myself be trapped in the narrow box of feelings and then being blamed for not corresponding its size.
Scared of the human nature…of what I’ve become in this whole mess of disappointment, distrust and loneliness.
“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow…”
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry