Intermingled

He was standing next to his window, looking at the infinite stars in the sky. He had heard there are little mercies in this life, but where were they now, this emptiness was enveloping his body. Where are the small mercies ? Hell, right now, he was ready to take a shovel and dig out the mercies or trade all his night's dreams for it.

P.S. I Wish I work on this story and publish it completely. I have stopped working on it once before as well, but I want to continue it and complete it.