This night.

     This night, it seems empty. I'm walking watching my shadow wrestling with itself. I wish I could pull it close to me and for once, perhaps, restore every faith that is possibly slipping away. At every hit of the ray of the scorching sun, eating up my skin from the surface, bringing me down to my knees and each time I silently cry out for help, my shadow appears by my side, reflecting the strength I have.

     Watching my reflection struggling with itself without me having the capacity to help it through clearly defines how handicapped I am or feel. The only thing I wish or hope for right now, is to grab my shadows out of its struggle and attaching it to the clearly defined space between us. I have nothing but to offer hope.

     All that my physical strength has is to offer a rather small-framed shoulder to lean on and hope. Hope. I wish this night, that ray of light that detaches my shadow away from me would be brought to an end.