Wind

The sun's ray shined on her as if she was an object from the past trapped in the now. The heat avoided her, and one could see the light of goodbye with the wind that stretched out in greeting but didn't reach her shadow. 

That moment in time was stopped and called: "Sadness in solitude". 

She was in a forgotten room where the corners hid nightmares that were sweeter than what was happening outside. 

She was melancholy hidden in every fibre of her being that for when the wind tried once more to reach her with the promises of a tomorrow, she would be only looking at the sun with the longing of shutting down and extinguishing her eyes and forget the past, future and present. 

The time stopped with the wind almost reaching her with a helping hand, yet the sun abandoned her and the silence grew. 

Ta.