Another day, or night

And another day, or night, the devastating moment of a hesitation occurred, a test of love and dedication, of braveness and integrity, before it turned around trying to save itself, while in fact it remained undecided, one more meteorous mixture of love and fear instantiating itself, exuding all kinds of perceived and imperceivable complexities. It mattered little then, at least for a while, that predictions and anticipations, and hopes for and all provoking of the unknown, purely or conditionally, was on hold.

Vasilis Papageorgiou