It is the way it was meant to be..as if no-one has ever reached the place you’re at. The search is over. Thoughts stop short, so nobody could possibly follow your trails. The most closely guarded place in the heart is really the most vulnerable one, but slowly it begins to pulse with its own life…The noise stops, the voices vanish…the time of silence is coming and everything is shrouded with greyness which makes it hard to see anything. It is the way it was meant to be. Always, forever. The most beautiful shades of loneliness paint a new reality…right until the next time when someone recalls you.