He

He is lonely.

In defiance, in darkness, he walked. Cold. He ploughed on in the midst of howling.... 'Even the winds are laughing'.... His heart is worn, strained by the clutches of emotions. He prayed that Time will take him away, where he no longer have to restrain himself to the mortality of Life. Like a child, he craved for a mother's touch. Witdrawn into his own body, he has to move on. He need to seek Light again, however dimmed it is. Ocassional wails pierced the silence and awaken the night. ...'It's alive!'... but circled by melancholy, he stood his ground. No one is able to help him, no one at all. His heart no longer sees, only hears the soft whispers of yesterdays...whispers that have gone but only his memories seek. He can't see the end yet, but he knows the day will come when he will embraced Light and be alone no more.


'Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.' ~ Mortimer Adler