I was on an empty street, lost deep within the city. I carried a few bags, with clothes, food and my devices. It barely weighed anything. I turned back and saw the airport, blinking its blinding white lights in my eyes.It was a place of beauty and loss. A place of many meetings, and many journeys, yet a place of endings and despair.But the journey for me has ended, I have reached the end of a long journey and I had finally found my place. I finally found where I belonged.Though this city seemed strange and foreign, I knew this was where I was meant to be, where I would call home. I dropped my bag and looked at the midnight sky above. It was a dark, calming blue, dotted with small flashing stars. I knew, that even though we couldn't see it, among the hundreds of luminous stars, a star was born, and a star was dying. I knew that all good things would come to an end, and all I could do was to let it be. But enjoy and savour the moments I had.But one star, shone the brightest, and that was the star that led me to be here.A star that led me home.
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Paradise of Peace
Короткий рассказA collection of excerpts and short texts with the theme of peace. Enjoy :)