"These pages are fragments of nights, thoughts, and quiet confessions.
The writing will be clear, but maybe, somewhere here, you'll find a piece of yourself too."
Chapter One: Smoke of the City
The city was empty, its dim lights casting long shadows on the cracked sidewalks. He sat on the curb, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it slowly, watching the flame consume the tip. With every inhale, smoke rose into the sky, carrying fragments of his memories.
Faces, laughter, whispers that never echoed anywhere else, and smiles that vanished with time they all lingered in his mind. The night was silent, yet far from empty; longing filled the void, pressing against his chest, drawing him deeper into himself.
Chapter Two: Ghosts of the Past
He closed his eyes, and the curling smoke wrapped around his face like phantoms. One person's image kept appearing in every thought, smiling from afar sometimes for no reason, sometimes as if the whole world existed in that single moment with them.
He tried to push the images away, but every swirl of smoke brought him back. Laughter, silence, words left unsaid, everything mixed together, leaving him trapped between nostalgia and pain. The night seemed like a companion, silent and patient, expanding the space where he could be alone with his thoughts.
Chapter Three: Wind and Silence
The wind moved through the buildings, brushing his face with a faint chill, shifting the edges of his jacket, making the smoke twist strangely around him. Everything was calm, yet his heart trembled with every memory, every lingering emotion.
He tried to escape these thoughts, to forget, but the fire inside him burned stronger than any smoke that could rise into the air. The night felt endless, everything silent except the echo of himself, repeating the words he longed to speak but could not.
Chapter Four: Ashes and a Smile
He drew the last puff from his cigarette, watching the ashes fall between his fingers. A sad smile curved his lips, as if saying goodbye to something he had needed all his life. Every memory, every lost moment, every feeling unshared became part of this long night.
The smoke vanished, leaving its mark, just as memories left theirs inside him. The cold air filled his lungs, but brought no comfort; everything around him mirrored what was inside, every shadow reflecting a fragment of a past he could never touch.
Chapter Five: The Long Stillness
The cigarette was gone, yet he remained seated, immersed in the silence of the night. The city slept, but his heart pulsed with longing and memories. Thoughts spun, emotions collided, and loneliness refused to ease.
Alone, with the night, the smoke, and the ghosts of the past, he felt as if the whole world had become a reflection of his inner self. Nothing moved except time, crawling slowly, each second deepening his sense of estrangement, each breath reminding him that some things could never be forgotten.
By kou "adem berrimi"
