The Frosted Optimism ✓

The Frosted Optimism - 01

The leisure descend of the soft drizzles, the dispersion of a fogy haze, the freezing air of a deep night, the sparkling stars in a panoramic ball, the soothing warmth of the lightened streets, under the shadow of ruffled hairs, the deep breath of winter smoke caressed the little snowflake who, far out of cloud, outstretched its frail arms under the dazzling sky, stealing it's cerulean shimmers to settle down on one's delicate frame in a drifty notion to cradle in the arms of the gentle wind, it's waiting eyes casted down in a century long hope to touch the ground as it momentarily filmed it's pristine reflection in the depth of his lost eyes before closely moving passed it.

Feeling his neverending void gaze, the little snowflake whirled around to lift it's eyelids in the direction of a fairly young youth, perched serenely above the car bonnet with crossed legs and casual vibes as his wide shoulders were flexed under the dim charcoal denim shirt matched with a fitted black t-shirt underneath.

It's eyes trailed up only to notice his calm face with a gentle scream of deep thoughts. With a slight narrowing observe, his deep set eyes seemed to vision his dreams and memories over the tiny shape of little flake, gliding at front, so jerking the urge of kissing the ground, a sudden determination surged through the little flake as it grabbed the arms of the wind, much to the wind's shock and started whirling around in an effort to stay in scene.

It's destiny can wait.

Sliding down the thick band of black headphones around his neck, it's wire drawing down in his dark jeans pocket, he failed to avert his pinned gaze apparently over the pretty snowflake whilst wandering his thoughts over the tracts of his lost petals.

The agony, he beared a month ago, still felt alive in him, breathing in his running nerves. It tightened the chain around his beating heart to such an extent, where his silent tears became his never leaving confidants. The tears getting born from the pits of his grieving heart, faced his each day in the wave of past memories yet failed to swim in his impassive eyes. Under the influence of churning emotions, his cold blood lost its warmth. His raged breath forgot it's normalcy. His life had been nothing but an upheaval of the unexpected, a tiresome burden over his young soul.

Watching the infinite hues of emotions, warming his vision, he kept his yearning gaze intact ahead, synchronized with the slow flips of the flickering snowflake, reflecting a white pattern in his stygian eyes. Just then a gush of wind swept past away, tagging along the snowflake and his trance broke.

For a matter of fraction, he found himself in a daze to notice his surrounding before his senses were pulled back to present. Deciphering the real front, he felt his memories fading away in smoke, pulling away his allies to fight the voidness of this thick night, leaving him unarmed and desperate. Under the pull of his heavy heart, his face rotated down ever so quickly, jumping away his dark wisp to skate all over his forehead, touching his damp eyelids.

Collecting his broken pieces, he swallowed back his tears and endured every trial, yet didn't open his fist. Every day came crashing him down to loosen his grip, yet he secured that jewel in the safe cocoon of his fist. After all, it was a task, a trust, engulfed in his palm to it keep secure. No matter what happens, how long it takes. Under the hold of it's state, he couldn't help but grip it hard, away from any danger, locked in his safe heart.

Now when the time ticked right to implement his task and keep up with the hopes, his car betrayed him. Under the cloudy sky, infront of a foggy view, his nebulous thoughts braked down to a single point that he's despaired. He lost the trust, he used to cherish more than his life. He lost the hope, he was once casted with. He lost his never regaining wealth. Indeed, he lost everything with only his flesh left to hold his pierced heart. Without a second thought, he closed his eyes along with his mind whilst the fog of hopelessness circulating around him.