📝 [ An Original Story By jorj ]
The branches gently sway
As the wind blows accompanied by its cool night breeze on a night even the stars didn’t bother to be present
Everything was still as if it was all fitted into a painting
A few meters ahead, hanging from an isolated pole a street light shone
From across the light, by the window he forced himself eye witness to the calm through the opened louvres.
Up by 1:45am when the weather cant be any better for sleep
Thinking about love, reassessing his decisions through life… asking himself the same question over and over again….
What went wrong?