Today I found myself standing in the middle of the hall. A lonely and painful place. This was the home where he grew up. This was where we raised him. The memories come knocking. They danced in the vision of my eyes. That deep nothingness that died four days ago. The only thing I hear now is the sound of my heavy breath whispering to my tingly tears.
I know now that I have to move from this house. The house that kept the memories of my dream. Of my hope.
Where shall my next destiny go? The sense of forlorn and loss is so strong.
Maybe music would lead the path..and heal my soul.