Silence
From the gallery of the thirteenth floor, with my hot cappuccino, I filtered out every man in my society in an attempt to find my shade in that scorching afternoon sun. As I gazed at the assorted personalities, I reminisced him in those melancholy memories. Sometimes, we are just unfortunate, his wrecks make me feel like a bare arrangement of bones and flesh. When I slept with him the first time all I wished for, was to retain him. That day, I just wanted to preserve him, his words, his voice, the perfect him, in me completely. But now, once again, the grave reality snaps me shrewdly from these profound desires. As I pace back in disappointment towards my room, where I am obscure most of the times and I don't have to deceive anyone with a fake smile; I felt a cold sensation on my head. Eventually, it started raining heavily, and the falling ...