All those pictures, moments, laughter, anger and sadness are simply ceases to exists once death comes.
I don't know, the feeling was always same.
Someone is in your life, she/he dies and then that complete silence, the fight for not believing what happened and how to deal with it. You can be stubborn as much as you want, but deep down you know what happened is what happened and there's nothing you could do to bring a dead one back.
It makes me full of anger.
Full of madness
Finally I get tired, I stop the fight and let go.
For Walter, the mad man, the one and only one.
I love you and I'll always remember you.
Goodbye, sleep tight.
Alireza Savand • 2017 Nov 23