I am Saved

I stand alone, cold harsh rain pouring from the heavens above. The sky clouded over with a grey fog, enhanced with a lonely depression that is affecting me certainly. I have no umbrella, so I let the drops of water trickle down my face, as if I cry tears of ice. Sad musical notes linger in my imagination, as I can only gaze into the distance.

I am an outcast in this world, too young to be of any importance, too old to refuse the depression that I am slowly slipping into. The whole world is without colour or interest, except beside the warm fires of poetry, Shakespeare, opera and the theatre. And, of course, one other person.

My heart grows more alone by the second, reminiscing the times when I was content with my life. But now, there is a constant craving for something I do not have, and yet I still have not figured what I want yet. I wait in the rain a while longer, smiling faintly, a façade of happiness.

I look downward, reluctant to look at my future in the eye. But, as I do, my heart is filled with joy, and the warmth of life returns to me once again. A feeling that I have only enjoyed the pleasure of experiencing when I was a second old. My eyes swell up with tears of pure love, so much adoration, that I fear they will appear pink with joy.

Out of the fog that has turned to a magical mist, a familiar face I know and love so well. The eyes of grey, green, and blue, combined in perfect harmony. The eyes have a music of their own, and the voice of his could melt the sharpest of diamonds into liquid. A face so sharp, so perfect, I feel I could not survive one second without staring at photographs of this one person.

I beam, and sunlight seems to enter my soul and consume me again. All sadness and depression departs, and leaves me laughing out loud at my good luck. Out of the darkness, and into the romantic moonlight I saw, higher than the sun and the stars. Just behind a coat, a face I have yearned to look upon for so many years.

I stare, as he walks at a fast pace out of the cold into some unknown world that I soon want to enter. I could only recognise him from the second long turning of his head, I stole a glance. It is the face of Benedict Cumberbatch, the one person who makes my spirit rich with love, only a second, and I am saved from a lifetime of imprisonment.

All I have to say, is:

Thankyou.