As the night poetically started

Strong dosages of whisky might not settle the pain. Solitude – a state of soul that day by day takes away the joy of living. A chronicle about the observation. Monotone, empty, body and soul – He goes back to the same place where and when something meant. With the same loyalty, either rainy or sunny. Back. Rewinding the unconscious that destiny took. With the wind, blowing softly – he danced.

Eyes closed. 

Inspired.

Renewed.

All around – emptiness around. Nothing. He and decades trough his eyes – her. A block out – What is real? New sensations. The same moment of the day, exactly the place where completeness started and sadness ended. He dreamed the last look, dreamed the sweet goodbye. He still dreams. It never came. Gently… her voice;

“Universe, universal – everything is possibility. To learn, to grown as much as falling, failing. We are majestically governed by the creations of our own emotions and thoughts. Prevail, feel and attract that Instinct of perseverance.

Aren’t you the one who always told me to smile? Smile. Even if you assume loneliness is threatening enough to put you off. Smile. Leave this effort, this infinite trying of recreating death, smile. 

Smile… smile – the lighting of every glorious night represents how powerful love is. Energy. Don’t lead yourself and the noble responsibility inside those memories that only hurt your soul. Remember the laughs, emotions that came pure and will always remain inside of us, smile..

Every tear that might fall until we finally reunite – it’s an invitation to simply… smile.”

He felt his heart overflowing of emotions that he never imagined having again. He never thought our fragile body could resist that intensity. Slowly, he walked off – knowing somehow it would never be the same. As the night poetically started to set the beautiful sky painting, he felt his soul shivers and finally, smiled.