7 Party Mood

The pen hovered above the blank page, hesitating as if unsure of where to begin. Then, with a gentle scratch, it started to write. "It has been days since I last saw my wife due to business trips... The words flowed out in a steady stream as if unburdening a heavy heart. My heart is a canvas, once painted with vibrant hues Now faded and worn, like a masterpiece left to muse The colors of our love have blended with the past Leaving only shades of gray and a longing that will last Freiherr’s eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed in concentration. He had been indoors for a while now since most of his works were done online without needing him to withdraw from his place of comfort. Being a CEO was tiring, and he thought he deserved some rest. “I need a short break to take my mind off work, maybe a vacation.” His body needed that urge to get high and waste away from the stress it had been through. That was when he had this craving to go to a nightclub. “Alone, of course!” He