• simarwriter 5w

    A tale of departure

    It was cold, Christmas winters.

    That cold, even snow wanted the winds to blow warm.

    And i was watching the snow under the lamppost, glowing golden, calm and satisfied.

    I wished to touch it. So i went out under the light, and closed my eyes to feel the aroma of snow, that heavenly bliss of crystals mixed with soil and grass.

    And suddenly my phone rang, it was my beloved, telling me that she wants to fall apart as she does not love me anymore.

    That was the time when i experienced my body drenched in sweat, feet trembling and eyes as hot as the beach sun.

    I was burning down, melting with my emotions, memories and life with my tears which had then started to freeze on my cheeks and my dreams in my mind.