The Morning

I woke up with the memory of the morning. The smell, the bliss, as well as the truth. The truth of confusion of all those feeling, acting as the omen of tragedy. No mercy from our fate, of course and I didn't know at all at that time. You can guess I was trapped by some regret but it gradually vanished and was replaced by the ironic smile emerged through the surface of non-conformity of our lives. There is no forgiveness so it was destined to be remained in the traces of deserted dreams and memories I realized when I woke up. In that morning.