Behind the Shadow of the Past
The last rays of the sun were hitting the ruined walls of the old house. The man looked at the doorway with teary eyes. Memories of the past were still alive in every corner of the room. The man was also alive. Was the man really alive? Once upon a time, cheerful children's voices echoed here. Now silence and the coldness of the walls reigned. As the man sat on the old chair, the memories began to draw him deeper. The man wasn't dead, but he was dead. When he thought about those days, his heart ached slightly. But there was no giving up, maybe there was. He needed to collect memories before he was lost in the shadow of the past. He slowly got up from the room, took the old albums from the shelf and delved into the worn corners of the album. As he browsed through the dusty pages, he smiled and dived into memories. It looked to me like he was crying or laughing. In that moment, he found a meaningful piece of his past again. Every memory was a part of the life he once lived and was worth forgetting. Was it worth forgetting? As the night progressed, the stars slowly began to shine in the sky. The man leaned against the window and looked outside. The man was dead, he didn't know he was dead. Was the man alive? The future was uncertain, but the memories of the past gave him strength. He was no longer in the shadow of the past, but was moving forward with it. The future was waiting for him as a page full of new memories. Was the future waiting for him?
