Charliel.  When I Rise

Charliel. When I Rise

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She feels a cold shiver altough outside is quite warm. Getting dressed she waves to the plants and starts heading towards her friend coffee shop. She still has some time before her first meeting of the day. She had to make a excuse last night and come home quickly. Little did she know that today coffee will be different . Crawling into the small passage the old women has a heavy burden to cary. The future as we can say , she is carrying the future , somewhere where light can still find a way . Even when all hope is lost , the light lies dormant , until someone or something gives it a gentle push .
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"I just realised something." I say, breaking the long silence from the journey. "I'm not gonna be too sad if we don't end up finding her." I speak looking straight ahead as I drive down the road, a million thoughts running through my head. I continue, "Maybe cause to travel is better than to arrive. It's actually what has happened along the way that counts; the tears, the falls and the friendship. It's about the journey and not the destination. And I know she'd think the same. So, I guess, we just gotta trust that the future is gonna work itself out like it's supposed to." I finish off and the other two don't say anything. I glance towards them to see them watch me with apprehension. We all fall silent once again as the trees pass by us, unable to stop thinking about that one silly, reckless knobhead. Friendships are nice that way, just a bit complicated

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