He stood alone in the darkness. It was cold round him, lonely. The wind played with his hair, let it flutter it on one side and then to the other side. In his grey eyes you could see pain, grief and if one looked closely there was also confusion. His whole world had fallen apart; his whole life had turned itself upside down within a few hours. Suddenly he was alone, there was only the darkness. He felt desolated, left behind. His eyes wandered over the lake, which lay before him. Only the gentle light of the stars was reflected in his eyes, in the water. The lake lay there quiet, quiet and, nevertheless, deep, murky.
His inside, his soul, was like the lake. On the outside he was calm and unmoved from the experience; however, in his inside was a black abyss, it threatened to devour his whole mind. A part of him wanted to defend him against it, to find the light again, to escape from the darkness. However, another, bigger part had already surrendered, had fallen into darkness. It was a lone as a in the wind flickering flame, a small flame against a deep lake of darkness. The more time passed, the more the night progressed, the smaller became the flame which held him in the light. He wanted to let himself drop into the black lake of darkness, into this all consuming abyss.
To forget. To forget what had happened in the past and only to sleep. His soul dedicated itself almost totally to the darkness which promised rest, even peace for his mid and soul.
His eyes further observed lake, while his soul died, was devoured by the there he suddenly noted lights at the horizon. Slowly, it seemed to him like an eternity, the sun came out behind the horizon, poured out her bright rays over the lake, let it gleam and sparkle. The rays chased away the shades of the night, brought new hopes.
Just like the sun, which rise every day again, no matter what happened in the past, it became clear to him, that there is always something or somebody for what it's worth fighting for, to live for.
The little flame inside him grew, became a fire, a fire of determination, of hope. It pushed the shades of darkness back to the edge of his soul, let the lake of his soul sparkle and glitter just like the lake outside in the rising sun. His will of life was kindled anew, even if the grief still lay on his soul, now it was not so oppressive any more, it was held by his hopes in the scales.