street light

The silent winds brush against her cheeks, she does not know where she is heading, soft autumn leaves pass by her feet and dance along the streets where the street lights haunt the scars that people leave. Every night, a lonely human, a dreamful human, a human with any kind of trait that these people possess, passes along these streets, but they all have one thing in common. They all wish. All wish to have something, all wish to become something, all wish to know that they are alive and they have some place in this world. They walk along these streets while humming in their heads, "I wish..." "I hope..." "I can?t wait to..." but everyone hates wishers? because everyone prays to think rationally but never considers that maybe they have sometime in their life been wishing also. Nobody likes to know that they are human.

She looked toward the sky, her head slowly slouches down toward the ground, where she sees crickets roaming around. She starts pondering about life, the consequences about life, the fates that life brings, because you know? everyone wonders? but in the end, she gets nothing, not one single answer, not one single opinion, because you know? in the end, it is the same answer? She has no truth in her bones. Her frustration rises and it feels as if the frustration would slash her mind and tears would wash away the pain. She wonders about the secrets of life because she lived too much. She sits down on a bench and sees the cold breath rising up toward the sky, she slides her hand down toward her pocket and reaches for a picture of her ex lover, she glances but does not fully concentrate on that picture, because that picture is just a memory, she keeps that picture safe and sound inside the empty pockets because she does not like to lose her memories even if these memories have built up the pain and the person she is today. She stands up and fixes her collar from her trench coat, hiding her face from the world. Then slowly walks away from the dim light from the streets until her shadow too fades away. And once again, the scars are left empty, unsolved. What is there to solve?

adding small details later, just wanted to know what you think.

It's depressing, and intreguing... I like it.