hiraeth | k.th

one

"I wrote a long letter
to the moon one day.
It wasn't brighter than you,
but I lit the small candle"

IT WAS rather dark that night. The moon played hide and seek while scattered clouds danced to the whisper of the wind. It was late. Just about everyone was asleep, tucked away into the beautiful oblivion of a dream.

He, however, was not a part of that majority.

Illuminated by the faint light of a lonely street lamp, a hooded figure stood stone still, listening for a familiar song.

A song, only heard by him.