-Solitude-

The chill wind blew, scattering petals of sakuras round the desolate school. The colourless sky looked like its gonna pour. A tiny figure stood in a corner, not any larger than his confidence. His spirit inside him looked down and out. There was no one beside him. He stood and felt alone. But is he?

Leaning against the grafitti-covered wall, he slumped into a pathetic state. Twirling in the wind, the sakuras completed the postwar-like landscape. Is he thinking too much? Is he trying to hard? So what if there's light on the other side? He don't have anyone to lead him there. He's still waiting for someone to lead him out from the melancholic state he's in. He harboured some hope, but at that very moment a brilliant streak of lightning struck the archaic tree. That's life for you.

The author speaks to himself...

Hey my poetic side suddenly caught up with me.. just in time. :>