A Beacon of Hope in the Cold

At that moment, I felt as though a dark cloud with a silver lining loomed over us like a dark shadow. Whatever happened that didn't actually happen flickered by so fast we didnt' have time to catch our breathes and senses. Not like that would actually happen, though.

It's time for a good talk. Three of us huddled in the corner of the edge in silence, looking below at the city view. Tears blur the glaring lights as we stare ahead. Our bags piled on the benches at our opposite lay abandoned in a lonely heap. A few stick-thin trees stood behind us, their casted shadows thrown ahead.

The icy cold wind pierced our skin and numbed our feet, but that was okay - we were all together and that was all that mattered. It is hard to describe how being so close, yet so far could feel. Although we have just met each other for not long, I felt as if i had never known anybody that deeply this soon.

Thoughts, feelings and emotions arised and intersected, breaking the deep silence that congealed just a while ago. Naiveness always brings out trust in people. I could see that just a little heartfelt concern is capable of triggering repressed memories as I watch them pouring out without the least hesitation. The bitterness of taking in the sorrow stung my nostrils and hung behind my throat. Why, why is that so?

The skies might turn cold and dark, but it never fails to grow brighter shade by shade soon after. A heart may feel at loss, but just as sure as the sun rising in the east, it will find it's way again, like a beacon of hope in the cold. Nurture the fire, liven up the flames and we shall see what the future holds.

There's so much that i want to express, but what I feel is so strong no words is capable of carrying it. The only thing I can say is, may everyone find their way through all things good and bright.