Since you left this world, it has regained its original boring and steady nature, and I have resumed my constant struggle between me and its streets and homes.
Now, I hate staying home or walking the streets and all the things that we used to do when we were together.
We used to go through all these streets together before, but they look very different now.
These roads are getting longer and darker.
All the roads are leading to the nothingness and to the emptiness now.
These homes have become colder and more inhospitable.
And the spooky spider webs are dangling on its front doors, along with the creepy crying of sad birds on their leafless trees.
While the shadow of death was imprinting his frightful distinguished fingerprints on these doors,
the bleak faces of the inhabitants of these houses made the shadow of death feels so satisfied and unwilling to approach them anymore.
There is no such a thing called a helping hand when we face this world alone.
Nothing except the feeling of getting lost amid busy roads and the feeling of isolation among emotionless hearts.
Now, I can feel the tied grip of the depressing night is getting tighter and tighter.
As well as the blowing exhalation of the dejected nights\' breath that usually wreck havoc amid the indefensible feelings of any lonely soul.
But I used to have your heart beside me; it used to dispel all these feelings, and used to replace bleak nights with joyful mornings.
Even our shadows looked so beautiful on the gray walls despite their sombre countenance.
Even the headlights of the passing cars were not as annoying as they might seem now.
They were only used to magnify our shadows on the tall walls, declaring our unity.
The consistent outward behavior of shopkeepers who seemed extremely boring and they usually tried their best to emphasize the notion of a static universe,
when we roamed these shops together, they seemed very creative and amusing creatures .
It was an amazing and dreamy journey when we were walking together amid this static boring universe.