WEATHER FOR JUST ONE, OR TWO.

Even heroes cry when the responsibility they wear as cape weighs them. 

The force of life’s turbulence drags them into a cyclone of expectations and needs for a future structured by societal pressure.

A pressure so dense that the ocean’s depth feels comfortable and hollow for once.

All they can do is to cry in the rain and scream as the thunder rumbles.

Yes, the night cried with them.

He wore it back and looked at the seeds he had planted on earth.

They are growing.

But.. 

There was something.

They looked like they were withering.

Another day.

Another hustle.

The hero cries again.

When will I be saved by an actual hero?

…

I saw a snippet of a video that cracked my heart. A child shivering under the rain with a plate held in her hands, waiting for her turn for a meal on a queue with her peers.

Where were her heroes?

Was that queue her hope, saviour, hero??

I don’t know the full story but things are happening.

It’s just heartbreaking!!!

Anyways, Happy New Month!!