prose:a lonely face in the fog (from kuwaderno, slu)

It was a white day. The huge green mountains which we were once a part of a beautiful scenery lay veiled before my eyes. Even the solitary pine tree that stood in the distance was nowhere to be seen. I looked around me to see the sun. I saw the thickening fog instead. I tried to pierce this impenetrability but I found myself oppressed bt the feeling of the immensity of the world before my sight.


I closed my eyes to avoid the deepening whiteness. Seconds passed, then minutes. As I stood motionless by the window, the face of someone I had known come into mu mind. Memories of things past slowly hovered... repeating the very instances that had caused me pain, the bitter pangs to which I almost succumbed.


He came when I was on the verge of accepting what fate had seemingly bestowed upon me. He came and he saw me... a dreamer... a lover of futile thoughts. He came and took me out of the grasps of solitude.


My heart then became prey to strange emotions which were difficult to cope with. I felt a mixture of rapture and fear in his presence. Yet, the smell of deceit constantly lingered in the air and somewhere doubt was born.


I wanted to resist, to remain adamant to the call of love. But the more I tried to evade him, the lesser was my courage to lose him.


A silent kiss came... it sealed a promise... a promise of love.. a sweet illusion. Just like my dreams that had once soared in the skies, love too was lost in its depths. He left me in the same manner as when he came, with no word of good-bye.


Now, nothing is left but memories, shattered dreams and a lonely face in the fog.