Grey Shadows

Shadows of buildings cast over from the grey light of English rain, pouring doubt on the faces below. One glance above, trickles of rain dance mockingly on each cheek. This is the moment hope peels from eyelids escaping in the changing wind. They are alone, in a sea of beings each soul here is sectioned by their recalls of loss. Unable to see beyond the darkness of the air, the weather fuels their fear, multiplying the venom. They are frozen, chilled by the winter breeze and immobilised by the woes of life.

Another hour, our fickle forecast unveils the sun.

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Another view.

He wrapped me in safety. Love was further from me whilst I remained entangled in his grasp, the certainty of his touch keeping me distant. In the hours I was with him I was ecstatic, only when I left was I rational. It was new. Numbed by the stilling nervousness that pulsed through my limbs, ripples from the swelling movement of my heart, I was confused. If this were love, how could I risk leaving? I wanted love so much. How could I risk letting it slip? Looking back on who I was, lying beside this stranger I felt I knew... I can see it was alright. What I felt was new, not love.

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