Happiness is contagious!

“The day I watched you look away every time I gave a piece of me, was the day I knew this would just be a memory.”

He couldn’t help but clench his fist as the letter crumples in his hands. His bullet train heartbeat gratifies a vague feeling of extraordinary anguish and melancholic inspiration. It was as if he walked between the spaces of heaven and hell. He couldn’t project the rationale of his actions, which left him wondering “what the hell was I doing?”.

In a split second, he couldn’t resist physically abusing whatever was around him and that left him with a laceration on his right arm, a cracked index finger and a dysfunctional state of mind. He couldn’t comprehend what went wrong or how it turned out this way but who could better blame himself but himself. He stood up and walked out of the riot. He left his heart inside and never came back.

What eventually came back was his state of mind. Only to die in vain of a brain tumor he found out he had. He stood on the land of buried souls, thinking that nothing lasts forever but that doesn’t matter. Everything becomes a memory that only the ungrateful wishes to erase. bits and pieces. a small part. a word. a sentence. a paragraph. all of that makes up the unspoken eulogy of your death bed.