The Night Kid
As the starlight twinkled on his path, the gentle breeze of evening fragrance hugged his silhouette with solace. He would pass by the neon lights, pass by the riverside, stroll through the comfort of moonlight. At some point, on a different set of coordinates, another lone soul would be doing the same instance. Footseps, vehicles' noises, travelling conversations, a sort of healing to wounded silence. This is when music and song entered my life. When the melodies struck the strings of my heart, somehow, the melancholy was a soothing sadness, the silence was replaced with heartfelt harmonies. The evening was no longer a hunter of shadows, the night becomes a friend I can lean on, the silence becomes a companion of life. Maybe the darkness is beautiful because the songs blessed the night with hymns of wonder and magic. I wish misunderstood motives of kindness will be replaced by pure love and joyous encounters.