The whole city was under my feet. I was one step away from burning the book called life where all the pages were filled with pain. My mind said, "Let this be the last page". But my legs didn't cooperate. They were shivering. The sun had just begun to hide beneath the mountains. The rays were trying to escape through the clouds just like the tears that were trying to escape from my eyes. The shadows were getting longer and longer just like the miseries of my life. The birds had started to head back to their homes with their families. I neither had a home nor a family. The evening breeze had started to get quite heavy, but my hear...
A camera captures the real beauty of the world, words capture the real beauty of the heart.