Longing for his color
It was the stormy night of June 12, in Frisco, Texas, when I made the most shocking realization of my life. I never thought that we end like this....that incident has too much impact on me that my tears still welled up in my eyes, my glasses still fog up, my voice still crack and rasp, my nose still running crazily, my face still become red and scrunched up after remembering his all the fading memories and emotions which came out through my dried eyes just because he has left a deep mark on my soul which will never gonna fade away.
I know that some wounds never heal no matter how much you cries because you don't even know how much deep they are but despite everything he was the best of times, he was the worst of times, he was the age of wisdom, he was the age of foolishness, he was the epoch of belief, he was the epoch of incredulity, he was the season of Light, he was the season of darkness, he was like the fresh breeze that came after the rain, but on the contrary, he was like the fire who burnt the whole forest. he was the spring of hope, he was the winter of despair...ohh despair I understand this word after a quite long time
Blue_Water_4156 · Masa Muda
