But there is always at least one person who makes us feel invincible.
Empty hallways. Well, they may as well be.
Not a glance is thrown either way.
Slowly moulding into the walls and pathways of a dull colourless world.
Only dark, unforgiving clouds that hang over the earth like a grudge.
I feel invisible.
No smiles, no happy gestures.
Ignorance. And sorrow.
Furrowed eyebrows and lips twisted into permanent frowns.
Same lifeless, soul-sucking grey.
A voice. Mellifluous, soft. Like a bird's song in spring.
A simple hug, a peck on the cheek.
Slate coloured eyes burst to deep cerulean, colour spreading like wildfire.
Greens, yellows, blues hitting the atmosphere like paint splatters on a blank canvas.
A smile, bright eyes make the world alive again as happiness floods the once dry rivers.
A hand is taken in anothers as a journey from a dark room is taken for the last time. I feel invincible.
Age 16 TY