An absence
it was 21st of January, the day when things are getting sad for no reason, how the wind blew, how the moon was desolating, those stars were blue, even the sea was mourning. somehow she could felt it, yet, she couldn't found it. lately she searched it in crowds, in city lights and passing cars, in empty fields and soaring clouds, on winding roads and wishing stars. she believed she could felt it, still, she couldn't found it. she eventually wondered what she had been searching for, tragically pulled her into a trapping hole, endlessly fighting the ruthless storm, while she knew that she never made it home. - 31st of January