the sky is overcast, with the moon popping up at times. along the dim street quietness prevails.
the silence of the night brings about the past memories of one. and the absence of someone dear, that shoulder, makes life seems meaningless. during the day a hero shines, upon the moon, he is overcome with sadness. with him comes along many questions in life in which he is unable to tackle. with enermies he always loses to; loneliness. podering on the questions often leave him not knowing which decision to make. he is practically blinded everytime it comes to this. with hands along the street trying to pick him up from there, but yet to see him slipping through their hands. the only source of help seems distant to him, with him not knowing which source to seek for help. so there he sits along the street, with eyes up in the sky, watching time past, not deciding to take the next step of decision makings. await for an answer to bump upon him. and that inassurance that comes along with it.