The clouds parted and a finger of light broke from the west. It is exacted the same as what happen in this pond of my heart. I sit for a long time, pondering what I have done for these few hours. Hatred and anger burn me up until I am barely able to breathe the most sincere breeze.
The tiny problem wreaks further destruction on already ravaged situation.
I should make a move.
I should start a pace.
Slowly, strong force of the opposite pole attracts me, whispering the softest voice through my ears,