Sometimes he finds himself longing to hear the words be said to him: the three words he needs to hear. It doesn't matter who says it... as long as he hears it then he'd know that everything falls into place.
There are times he finds himself staring at the bustling crowd in front of him - the deafening music of city life fails to drown out the sound of heavy clobbering footsteps. The weather is just as unforgiving: the heavens grey, thick and threatening. Rain pours down onto the scuttling mass of grey and black jackets. Herds of people make their way to god knows where, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Too busy with their own problems, I suppose. He thinks. It's a cold, gloomy and isolating world. A lonely world.
Oddly enough, it is from this black and grey mass that he finds himself wishing that someone would take notice. He wishes that from this relentless, bustling crowd a hand would reach out to him.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the new stranger bore their eyes deep into his and say the three words he longed to hear. As the words were mouthed, suddenly time freezes over - the world has stopped in motion.
Birds midflight, rain suspended in air, every single person is frozen in space and time. The world is silent - not a single sound is made or heard. Deafening silence invades the air and everything is suspended in motion.
As for him, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply as though trying to breath in the very words deep into his being. The feeling overwhelms him, soaring through every muscle in his body, spreading through every nerve, prickling his skin.
Eyes open and he stars back into the eyes of the new stranger: I don't know who you are but you said it. It doesn't matter who you are... I just needed to hear those words, he thought to himself.
The stranger's eyes were clear and wide open, mouth still agape and in mid sentence - like everything else, suspended in motion. He studies the stranger's face: small wrinkles around the corner of the eyes. Just like the rings of an aging tree, these wrinkles signified the life years this stranger had seen.
Mind is still in process, translating and decoding the three words into his head: brain signals register and as soon as the significance dawns into him, a sudden rush of noise and movement begin. The world has returned back to norm.
In the wet, darkened lonely world where people are too caught up with their own affairs, subconsciously seeking internal happiness and contentment, a man walks away and fades in the bustling mob with peace at heart. He seeks to find another who longs to hear the three words and if God is willing, he will say them.
"You'll be alright"
There are times he finds himself staring at the bustling crowd in front of him - the deafening music of city life fails to drown out the sound of heavy clobbering footsteps. The weather is just as unforgiving: the heavens grey, thick and threatening. Rain pours down onto the scuttling mass of grey and black jackets. Herds of people make their way to god knows where, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Too busy with their own problems, I suppose. He thinks. It's a cold, gloomy and isolating world. A lonely world.
Oddly enough, it is from this black and grey mass that he finds himself wishing that someone would take notice. He wishes that from this relentless, bustling crowd a hand would reach out to him.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the new stranger bore their eyes deep into his and say the three words he longed to hear. As the words were mouthed, suddenly time freezes over - the world has stopped in motion.
Birds midflight, rain suspended in air, every single person is frozen in space and time. The world is silent - not a single sound is made or heard. Deafening silence invades the air and everything is suspended in motion.
As for him, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply as though trying to breath in the very words deep into his being. The feeling overwhelms him, soaring through every muscle in his body, spreading through every nerve, prickling his skin.
Eyes open and he stars back into the eyes of the new stranger: I don't know who you are but you said it. It doesn't matter who you are... I just needed to hear those words, he thought to himself.
The stranger's eyes were clear and wide open, mouth still agape and in mid sentence - like everything else, suspended in motion. He studies the stranger's face: small wrinkles around the corner of the eyes. Just like the rings of an aging tree, these wrinkles signified the life years this stranger had seen.
Mind is still in process, translating and decoding the three words into his head: brain signals register and as soon as the significance dawns into him, a sudden rush of noise and movement begin. The world has returned back to norm.
In the wet, darkened lonely world where people are too caught up with their own affairs, subconsciously seeking internal happiness and contentment, a man walks away and fades in the bustling mob with peace at heart. He seeks to find another who longs to hear the three words and if God is willing, he will say them.
"You'll be alright"
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