I was walking down the street while making heavy, deep footsteps. Every next step was harder to take then the ones before, so I felt like I'm drowning in a dense water and sinking deeper and deeper. I couldn't see any alive person, because everyone hid somewhere when they became afraid of being lost in this bleak, lonely fog. Besides that, I enjoyed travelling through this melancholic, abandoned street while staying surrounded by this fathomless, dirty dust. I really liked this friendless atmosphere. Sad, bleak, dreary fog has kept a lot of shady secrets and vicious lies. I realized there was no one here, because they were afraid of the fog. They though this fog could swallow them. Only real cowards were hiding, afraid they could lost their identity in this havoc. Those frightened people were worried they would lost everything they truly lived for. No one lived because of a complusion, but with some aim worth living for. That way humans have been manifested their strenght, passion and cabbage to succeed, achieve an aim and realise their valuable dreams.
The fog, this dark, turbid curtain that made my sight blurred and every substance oscure, was hiding a pretty deep pain and fears of all naiv people. The same scary curtain took my heart, blinded It and cursed It so I couldn't see a difference between my real friend and the one who betrayed me. That fog made me suffer when the closest person, the one I trusted, let me down.
Who ever broke your heart is nothing but a coward afraid of being lost and confused surrounded by the fog that kept all dirty sins, secrets and the worst fears. Even If I wasn't scared of the fog at all, this weird curtain wasn't an enemie only to traitors, but to their innocent victims too. It made me think I found the right person, a real friend, so I gave my affiance to her. It fooled me with Its poisonous lies.
This was just another barrier in my life that I've been through. I had to pass over It. I was gravely trying to find someone honest and I started thinking was there anyone. The fog was here, obvioulsy. It was flying from once place to another and there were a lot of people betrayed the same as I was although I couldn't see them.
I decided to take a break from walking, so I sat on the bench. I was watching shiny stars when someone came near me. It was a real human being, a bent head. I wasn't alone. Finally, there was someone surrounded by the fog too. When bent head sat next to me, I felt real connection.
Silence. Another thing that made this evening more creepier. It followed the fog like they were dancing together. The fog and this sick silence.
Quietness stopped when lightning came out of nowhere. Thunder and the fog were not born to be together. How was that possible?
After the lightning, rain started falling. That was a miracle sent from a God through lachrymose clouds to take off all human guiltiness. While rain was falling every second harder, more bent heads appeared. Until midnight came, a thousands of bent heads were with me. Each one had Its own sensitive story and every one of them lost at least one friend tonight.
I didn't have sins anymore. Rain took them.
There was no longer fears. The fog swallowed all.
After this night, the fog became my only friend who won't ever betray me. No more broken hearts.
