He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise.

This is a post about the sorrow that a single picture can cause. A faded picture, on a computer screen brings on the surface memories that were considered well buried in the darkest abyss of his soul. He said he was free from her spell but a single picture was enough to understand the value of his statement. He well understood that he's chained forever to a world that departed; for world that he wasn't enough.

He convinced himself that time passes and the river rolls. He built his castle on the notion of untouchable man with a huge ego; he valued himself really high and kept him far away from the rest of the mortals. He has done it in the past, he has seen some of his literature heroes doing it. He wanted to keep his life in control but his effort it's not enough. He is talking to the river of the lost love and dedication about the girl. His blood has frozen, his knees have trembled and given way in the moment; his heart has weakened at the moment of truth. He is talking to the river of lost love and dedication about the girl and he silently replies sorrow's invitation. There're a tear in his eyes, that blinds his sight. There's a song on the background but the silence speaks so much louder than music and words for promises broken.