Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.
Old days never returns back, old memories keep lingering on, the present laughs at you and future tempts you for a beautiful sojourn. Phases of life come in different colours. Sometimes it’s red – full of movement, sometimes it’s green – peace, sometimes it’s orange – friendly, sometimes it’s white – silence and most of the time it’s black – darkness.
His life becomes a tale, his actions become stale, and he no more craves for rain. He writes poems, he plays guitar, he walks without his signature smile. He feels shy to talk to any girl; he is very sane.
He sees ghosts of Jim Morrison and dead poets in his dreams, he sees puzzling staircase and haunting castles. He tries to fly with the angels, he tries to dance with the dead, and he tries to become a self made moron.
The darkness slowly fades away and he sees lights once again. He tries to create everlasting memoirs. He sings love songs. He once again feels the beautiful storm. Romance replaces surrealism, joy replaces boredom. He becomes alive, he becomes strong. He smiles open heartedly. He dresses like a king and walks like a dream. He gets back his old face, he no more whines, he just nods with excitement.
Evening snow kisses him. Moonlit nights make him happy. He collects all his bad memories, burns them and becomes the king again. The story of is life no more dwells in pain…