Yesterday,
It was a heavy weather. We barely could breathe.
Today,
It is a grey weather. We just breathe.
We never talked but to ourselves.
A lot.
Gloom searches for Lights but never finds them.
Whom to blame but the oneself?

Then you come back after a long road home
It is winter time
looking gorgeous, outstanding female
wearing a chivalrous black outfit
with a wavy black hair, smells as wild flowers
A wooly pink flower scarf around your long neck
adds kindness to the cold
Now you think of having a partner but
there wouldn't be one for you are wearing a chivalrous black outfit
standing on your solitary sturdy feet
It suits you

She:
  Do you feel life? Or do you live life?
he:
Do you fear death? Or do you live death?
She:
  I fear death. I do not live it.
he:
What you fear is what you live.
She: (few hours later)
  Why he compares life to death?
   Is he dead already?




then I unbosom few days later He is actually full of life much more like Happy Endings

I thaught:
I am getting over the heart attacks 
then I watched:
I, Daniel Blake

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