—-Refracting timidly from
his wispy, calloused fingertips,
his unsteady, languid flesh,
and his quivering, sapphire irises
was a most unobtrusive flare of light;
a light quietly and meticulously veiled,
a light seeking incandescence—
a light he perceived to be a burden.
“I don’t know what to do. For the first time in a long time I feel… lost.”
“I-well… I suppose you can think about it this way—”
“Decisions similar to yours cannot be made instantaneously, so…being lost is alright; it is merely a stepping stone in starting or mending your path. There comes a time when we may never truly find our direction or make the right choices if we are never lost, just as we may never find hope without first finding despair.”
