An Imaginative Man
An imaginative man will always repeat scenes that was taken out of his own aspirations and wishes whenever his mind wanders from one day to another. He will thus sit in the corner of an empty room, folding his hand so tightly that it will leave marks; lest his imagination runs further than expected.
For once, this very man experienced an anguish in which is inimitable and irrelevant from his past emotions, and a girl — a woman which countenance reflected the face of a fallen divine creature; her body is slender as it decays by the means of time — for that very woman is no longer there with him; as her presence is an exaggerated morbid for his own sanity.
When a man in that very state wanders by his own, he is prone to weep alone and to caress his own cheek in order to transform himself in tranquility. In prevalent cases, a man whom had experienced a bitter end of a relationship shall stand up and left the empty room; convincing himself to breath the breeze of air and the warm rays of the sun. Yet, in some cases — in which is fairly rare in occurrence — a man shall imagine scenes and fashion the utmost valuable false memory that he will never experience; for it is impossible to be done and irrational to be dealt with.
The general idea of a weeping man is hardly specific, and this emotion is so severely hidden by most men in defending their dignity and masculinity. In order to really understand a person in that very state, and not only to perceive, but to feel as well, we might make an example of such a man so bitterly dwelled in his own grief, he starts to picture himself with the woman that used to have affection towards him — and the truth is hardly similar.
She is standing in front of him in between the foliage, her hair slightly radiated a brighter color, turning her pitch black hair into vines of bright cream. She is smiling delightfully towards his presence; her smile had never been so amusing, and the sorrowful man began to smile accordingly to her stoical figure.
He begins to hear sweet words that is uttered from her lips — words that in reality will be a calamity lest it was true. Ere he finished his enjoyment towards her imaginative figure, his subconscious suddenly drags her back, as she swiftly turns around and runs towards the moors; and the trees start to wrinkle and writhe heavily as of an abrupt mist covered her path; then there was nothing for him to grasp, nor to gaze.
Such a pity, if any spectator is to see his state and what he truly imagines. Desperation makes one’s mind wander onto unscrupulous thoughts; and even though he tried his best to preserve the contentment of his past lover, the harsh reality takes her back onto the abyss, and left him with everything but her affectionate presence.
