Still in pursuit of peace... on a secluded path, walks a pessimist.
Essence forgotten... with his restless soul, walks on.. longing to be drifted far away... to fill the endless void.
Longing for a TRUE heart full of love and kindness, just waiting to unpour...
The key that would fit in and unlock his heart... providing him a calm where his soul can feel lasting warmth... true warmth and not LIES.... freedom from despair... an ageless innocence... to restore what was lost.
But he can't help remembering what was...
He tries to run away once again.... and keeps running from memories.. away from Lies.
Just longing to feel some quiet ease of heart and mind... answers to his endless questions... atleast one moment of pure simplicity and peace.
All he finds is fragments of leftovers. Getting drowned in a pool of memories, yet again.
He shouldn't falter this time... even if it seems an endless search.
The wind blows... caressing his tear-streaked face.... as if praying that he finds the peace that he has been longing for.
