It was a nice change,
the warmth and togetherness
showed a glimpse
of happiness...

The emptiness was filled
and friendship was built.

In an instance it became
the past,
but the memories will
forever last.

Will it come again?
or will it turn to pain?

Will I be able to hold on?
or like always, will i let go...

Dark, grey clouds loomed over the world, forcefully covering the sun and blue sky.
In a matter of seconds, the once warm afternoon turned into a cold and gloomy day.
The growling thunder in the distance gave out a faint warning.
Soon after, droplets of rain came pouring down, cooling the dryness of the world.
The passing cold wind made the overlooked warmth missed.
But the smell of wet earth was refreshing and nostalgic, and the sound of raindrops and water splashing were melodious.
The chilliness and cold air were friendly and welcoming somehow.

Grey, to me, was beautiful today.

A presence that's physically not there.
Though it's lurking pretty much everywhere.
It's harmless, they say.
But I don't want them to stay.
Being overshadowed is scary.
And seeing the shadows of the past is painful to me.
Though they're physically not here, their shadows remained.
Trapping me inside an invisible cage of fear.

It's funny how people who are too busy with their own thoughts and are immersed in their own little world, don't notice each other even if they are walking side by side.