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Light of Life.

The filthy air brought the day of reckoning to many lives. For the very first time. I stood up questioning my believes on the Spirit. The holy spirit. 
Giving birth to a child in one hand, is a beginning, whereas death in the other, is the annihilation of a life. 
This is a practical point of view. But in my case, the acceptance of lifetime separation, is my death. When mob tells me to be strong, it seems impossible to me. The ears go numb, to be more precise, go senseless. They can't catch the voices. They usually reflect them. Their positivity, pricks me. Their strength, weakens me. 
You might see my eyes are open, but they are looking at nothingness. You might notice my lips curving, but they are not the smiles. 
Filling the blanks, back in the years of school, was fun. But filling the gaps in life is a never happening thing. Staring at the dusky sky, relieves me. The light of life is yet to honk. Hoping to embrace it with open arms soon.
-On behalf of an anonymous.

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