This cute little kid, walking up the street yesterday when I was crying. My wife left me because I was homeless and the walkthrough was my house now. My bedroll was wet of tears,my eyes were red and my condition read 'Heartbroke and Unlucky'.
This little kid noticed my agony, he smiled and sat besides me, with this look I'm never going to forget. His hazel green eyes were soothing and his soul reflected through those beautiful eyes, and it seemed heavenly. His coat's arms were shorter than his and he outstretched to keep his hand in mine and just said:
" Ay, sir, I cannot see your pain but I can hear your heartbeats and feel the breaking of your soul, just hold up in there, the mornings never bring darkness, hold up in there, sir. Everything is going to be okay."
If a blind kid can envision my eyes so much, why do the visioned ones bring darkness?
