vims

There stands something blurry.  I cannot see it; my eyes focusing like a camera but nothing seems to work. All there is a blackish cloud amidst the grey fog slowly rising towards to the gun-metal grey sky.  The swoosh and swish of winds create a cacophony aiming to divert me of the track. It is just what my mind thinks in the different direction every time I try to make a link between two things.
          The rain pours but the blackish cloud doesn't disappear. Lightning nourishes the atmosphere with its crackle. My head turns and I  gaze at the airy figure billowing towards me; it was life. Shivers run down my body and my feet are frozen to the core. It speeds up and gushes past my hairs leaving a whisper to be heard: 
          "It is hope.."
          That wispy rustle of words produced a curve on my lips.  The clouds evacuate the horizon and the warmth touches my skin. The joy is awaken again while I welcome hope.

"Let your heart speak when words fail"

"A walk is just a collection of steps i guess... but the destination is unknown. The steps can be soft and light, small or large, deep r shallow in the mud but their marks prove the abhorrence of the situation. If they are deep it means u stood there for a while if not it means there was no journey but a terrible destination"