never the same. [en]

The gray clouds danced slowly and lazily above the view of the blue Pacific Ocean as if they were fêting their victorious day, while the last shade of the golden sun light dies slowly behind their cloak.

A grave-yard could be seen over the hills near the rocks on the ocean's shore, it looked so dead and abandoned except of one young man.

Making his heavy steps on the freshly rained grass, he was buried in his own thoughts, too lost to realize where his feet were leading him. The sun had made its daily attempt to down after losing the battle against the victorious clouds, soon by the approaching of the end of the day the dark was going to be drawing shades on the grave-yard.

He was dressed up even when there was no funeral or a burial to attend. Dressed in a black suit and a black dress shoes, it only makes sense because he had planned to be here to say his final speech, he was here to say the words he didn't have the courage to believe in at the day noted as the funeral.

The wilted flower petals and tree leaves swayed with the wind along with his curly brunette hair. The sound of waves crashing on the bouldered shore could be heard filling the void of emptiness and loneliness he felt staring to the name carved on the grave stone hearing the raucousness sound of the ocean that came angry and unforgiving, combined with the sound of the trees' branches that played a rhyme of chaos and depressed song in the air.

His eyes traveled around the grave stones, there was the other white marble stones with different names. Different dates and different families. Lived for 60th or just died young. Death doesn't have a rule when it comes to age.

One marble stone looked whiter than the rest. That where he placed the white Chamomile flowers he brought this evening, it was the grave he came to visit after all.

If he was true to himself that evening he 'd known that's no matter what he has to spike that evening it was done. This was beyond his repair.