Tonight,

with rippling water swaying in waves, drifting clouds, cold winds blowing against my skin, noises in the background, a lit up city before my eyes, I sat by the river. A stranger in tears a distance from me made me feel a little less alone in this sad world. I don't know what I was hoping for, sitting there in silence watching the lights and the waves; perhaps wishing things would magically work their way out in the fraction of a second by the movement of the water, the movement of the wind, the movement of the clouds, the movement of the people, the movement of my heartbeat. Disappointingly, hope, wishes and magic are but what appears as mere condolences given to oneself in the sheer attempt to feel a tad better about what's making them fall apart. I grow to feel more and more despondent with each passing day.