¡Welcome to a new post!

Here, I let the product of one cold night. A short story, could be called.

Lights

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“There's something above us. It keeps us being capable of seeing beyond of the shadows and it's there to don't let us fall. As I walk through the empty corridors of my mind, I manage to assimilate it. It illuminates the end of a tunnel and often presents itself as the track to reach it. It is silent, it does not seek reward, it does not have a soul either. But, a regret of not having one, is wanted for every latent heart. I like to think that it helps even the bind in times of need and also in the senses of confusion, because around the world everyone needs it. It can be strong without touching it and you may see things differently when you get close enough. You can perceive it with your eyes and feel the agitation of emotions that in seconds can cause. It was born before anyone and will leave when no one is left. I walk alone through the dark streets, and even though, I know it may appear in any second in front of my eyes. In your dark moments, its who helps you to finds clarify in the strongest torments. But, do not forget that there are different ways to illuminate in this immense world, and even hell has some light in it. ”

Lately this kind of thing is what I think, so I wanted to somehow compress everything in a short writing. I hope it is something different to vary the monotony that can sometimes be in the thoughts of midweek. It helps me to take off a bit of the rest. I hope it makes you feel similarly.

¡Thanks for reading!