Write = Get Reviews Forum Waiting

Recently , i'm like a kid who is waiting for a sunny day on a beach . The boy sits for hours , hoping that he would get what he want for once : the warming rays of the sun .Waiting in an empty world that keeps telling him that there is no reason to live . But the child hangs on that tiny shrinking rope of hope . Hope is all he got . And the boy grew up and became a man . Still waiting on that same lonely dark place. The only light he sees emerges from that shiny beacon of hope . But the world is still as cold as ice . The man thought that the longer he'd wait , the better his reward would be . Seconds became minutes , then hours , days , months ... turning eventually to years of waiting . The man got old , but still is convinced that if there is such thing a sunny day , he would live it . On the verge of dying , the elder felt warm drops touching his flesh . When he looked up he realized it was snowing . The world made him so cold that even snow was heating him . On his last breath he found out that there is no sunny day in this cloudy life . No love to cultivate in this fields of hate . And the man died , as the snow kept on falling marking the beginning of an endless winter , Preparing to host another lost child who is looking for the never seen summer .