True story

by Christos Polydorou

WIN_20170704_18_16_16_Pro (2)He said, Christos, you words are like honey. But because I was in love I replied You are the river, and I am merely a sift, catching or not catching gold. You are so wise, he said. I am like the moon reflecting all the light of what it is you are trying to say. Hold me, he said. Yes, I said, because now I can pass through the glass and hold my own reflection, and this is all I have ever wanted.
Everything I had ever dreamed.