..the hangover doesnt pass

Sometimes you just stand in your balcony and like to think of nothing. Not looking for an explanation, a reason, or an advice. Staring at the sky and breathing in the fresh cold air. Trying to cleanse the pain, the sufferings, the sins and some of the old memories inside. Closing our eyes and letting the basic element do its magic. As we breath-out the air, we open our eyes, glancing around with an optimistic view. Hoping that a particular someone would appear out of nowhere to hug you. Hoping that some memories would be amended. Hoping that now onwards sunshine wont be as hot and the raindrops wont be as cold as you feel. Gazing again at the sky with millions of questions in the eyes but not having the strength to whisper even a single one of them, so as not to jinx whatever is left and keeping you going. We turn around and go back to our regular life, wondering if sky will ever look as beautiful as it was once.