.Once more the sky turned gray. The sun that was just shining dissappears with all its' light and so does mine.
The sound of the thunder strike is like the opening whisle of a starting race. The good thoughts and the bad, racing and strugling each other to conquer the mind. Battling for control, they are like Sumo fighters, but the rules of the fight are broken. The opponents are from different weight categories which leaves no chance to the lighter rival. How unfortunate. There are so many bad thoughts and their number is by far greater than the good. However, the more you're desperate, the more the good stuffs' weight counts more. Even the slightest bright recallection overwhelms the darkest one. He's maybe smaller but is definatly heavier. Like steroids for the subconscious, hope is the reenforcement you need. Light breaks through the greyish sky and you feel the darkness disappears.
Until next time, my persistent friend.
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