In the melancholic mist of my memories

In the melancholic mist of my memories, where thoughts intertwine like vines on the ruined walls, I see her, a fragile yet powerful silhouette, with almost translucent eyes, always fixed upon the horizon. You think you know her from a single glance, believe you’ve deciphered her mystery, but everything you think you know is wrong. In her, passion flows like a river of blood, a living flame hidden beneath a deceptive calm. In a moment, her mask slipped, and you fell into the abyss, without realizing that all your tomorrows start from here. How cold she seems, like a marble statue, but beneath her serene surface, volcanoes of emotions boil. She is like a starless night, but full of unspoken promises, a mystery as deep as the dark ocean. In her silence, you hear the whispers of eons, echoes of forgotten stories, of an untamed longing. And yet, in that fleeting glance, you saw the infinite, felt the gravity of her soul, felt how all your paths led to her, how each step brings you closer to the edge of her universe. On a silent night, under a sky full of promises, you lost yourself in the depths of her eyes, and discovered there, in that abyss of silence, an entire world of desires and dreams, a universe hidden beneath a façade of calm, a silent symphony of her heart. And you realized that all your tomorrows start here, in that gaze that reveals everything and nothing, in that fleeting moment when the mask fell and you saw her true essence, a living flame in the heart of the night. And now, in the stream of my consciousness, I wander through the memories of that moment, like a leaf carried by the autumn wind, dancing among the shadows of twilight. And I wonder, will anyone else see her as I saw her, will anyone else feel the fire hidden beneath her apparent calm? Or will she remain forever a mystery, a river of passion hidden beneath the mask of tranquility, a universe of unspoken desires, a living flame in the darkness of the world? Here, in this ephemeral moment, I find peace, a promise of eternity, and I understand that all my tomorrows start here, in this moment of revelation, in this discovery of her true essence, a dance between light and shadow, a melancholic poem written in the language of the soul, a silent song of the heart. And so, in the silence of the night, I lose myself in the stream of my consciousness, always seeking that gaze, that moment when the mask fell and I saw the infinite, all my tomorrows beginning here.