Struggling in the last battle of truth, he gave way to the
decision not of his own, the decision to cease fire. but the
fire wasn't of bullets and cannons nor bombs, it was a
different flame that stopped burning then. the feeling
wasn't of relief nor joy, but of loss and helplessness. he
rose up from the ground, watching the shadows around quickly
beginning to disappear, and somewhere only their traces
could be hardly spotted on the cold surface beneath. his
eyes moved long across the mountains of stone, the cliffs of
grey and the skies above, blue as they seemed to be but
black of the misery his heart was feeling inside. another
white ray of agony circled around his nose, not letting him
take it all deep in the back of his mind and start heading
off to safety. he couldn't leave it alone. that white ray
was the reason for his existance, and it, in a way, was his
only way out of this mess. only that the white ray has
turned black once again, just like the skies, reminding of
how cruel can the world be just when you need it to be
understanding and giving. tears started falling off the
great sky. black, big tears, falling on his chest and
soaking him with nothing but pain and regret. he sure
regretted. he regretted all the times that the sky was
turning black and the white ray running loose on his mind,
not discovering itself but hiding from his endless questions
and remarks. but the most painful thing? the most painful
thing was the fact that nobody ever tried to notice.. nobody
could ever know.. that he was just afraid to be a day older.
he was just playing young for as long as he could bare it.
but nothing seemed to go right anymore, neither for him nor
for the sky and ray. cease fire was broken, only a minute
after it had been born. and how, how in the name of the
earth was he supposed to go on?