Friday, September 5, 2014

Déjà view

Every morning, he sits on this seat facing the sea and the blue sky that never seems to age—unlike him. Not very long ago, he didn’t care about the things that are in front of him right now, be it the waves or the birds fighting against the wind. After all, he was too busy being with his beloved. Her wrinkled smile, soft voice and gentle touch occupied his failing senses. All he has now are beautiful memories of what it used to be like in front of a view that he still doesn’t give a damn about. 

N.B. Wrote this piece for a lovely initiative by a friend who believes one picture can tell several stories at once.

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