Waking up and slowly opening his eyes.. He could feel soft covers that wrapped his body keeping him warm…Sliding his legs out of bed and moving in a sitting posture he sat at the edge of the bed trying to get himself to mentally wake up and shake up what remained of the sense of sleep.. But something was different.. Everything seemed so blocked in his mind.. Or to be more accurate more.. Blurry..He couldn’t feel he’s able to put himself in this regular state of ‘Up and ready to go’ like he use to everyday..
Shaking his head and getting up.. He took a deep breath and walked silently to the window of his room..He pulled aside the blinds and there it was.. A complete state of fog.. Nothing could be seen except for the near buildings that surround him..Apart from that everything disappeared..
It felt just like the blockage of his mind.. Too blurry too unclear.. Too undecided.. He kept observing the fog silently as flashes of memories flew by.. Good ones.. Bad ones…Moments of joy..Others of pain.. Everything seemed to passing by through this fog.. As if it’s there to act as a theatre that will play a unique play..His life..
Moving back into his room he heads towards the small terrace that he has on the 14th floor.. And just watches as the cold wind blows across his face.. He could see the droplets of dew on the railing of his balcony..He always regarded them as a source of hope.. And life…
The only got thicker..As he watched and observed.. People walking through the fog.. Disappearing.. As if they’re on a journey with no return..He whispers to himself..”That’s what it’s all about.. A journey with no return”