Walking down the street, I started looking around me in quick glances.
Looking at the people's faces with the different expressions on them.
Happiness, sadness ,longing, missing, hope and despair were masking their life-reflected faces.
All could be felt by one person, but not at the same time; surely mask his face through his changing life span.
All could be felt by many people at the same time just like those people who are walking down the street with ME.
Yet, Only the observer can see all these faces at the same time as he thinks of nothing but watching them.
Each one lives in his own emotional kingdom that has no subjects neither a king but himself.
It's thought that the happy moments fly away so fast, As for the sad ones, crawl in a painful way.
However, all come to an End when the person stop breathing.
No matter how long it is, how pleasurable it was and how painful it will be.
Living my own solitude while walking all the street along, I realized that;
There was no one else walking down the street any more.
Then i found out that i have to make the turn as i found myself at the End.
The End of the Street
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