I Laughed Through My Sorrows

I wonder if all the people full of memories he missed and could not forget dispersed and disappeared, or was he 'lost'? What difference would it make? They were like a couple who were forced to get out of the wreckage of their confused emotions called 'the past', with the soul left behind the fogged glass like a mute and orphaned child that no one cared about. As if he were blowing the storms raging inside him to the other side of the northern sea, he reached the slope of the mound, which resembled a large mouth with a broken smile, and stopped. As he raised his head to the blue sea of the sky, he wanted to 'borrow a little' and erase his clouded soul by reaching out to the joys of the babies who considered the white cloud clusters to be children. At the confused crossroads of his dreams, like the scattered words of a torn poem, he was blown away by the wind of a life that had broken its sails.

If he broke away from all the troubles of his past and started his future from scratch... Could his tired heart be able to do this? What he wanted to pour out on the mound he was leaning on was grief. Long, endless sorrow...!“