The snow fell lightly, like a gentle rain that wouldn't stop. It covered the ground in a soothing and calm dust, which grew ever thicker. I placed my hand on the window, the warmth of my hand against the raw coldness of the window caused the area around my hand to become misty and clouded, I pulled my hand away and looked gratified at the handprint left behind on the cold glass. An immense sound of bangs and pops filled the air, leaving a thick smell in the air, which although was suffocating brought relief to me. I walked outside through the open patio doors in front of me; I sat alone on the wall before me, staring at the spectacular show that was happening in the sky. Many flashes: sapphire blue, emerald green, golden yellow, amethyst purple and pearly silver appeared before me.
I clamped my hands together and whispered to myself,
"Please let this year be interesting and worth living through, please! I'll give anything!"
A single tear fell freely from my eye; it hit the stone of the wall and froze to it, my body shivered in the night's embrace, a harsh cold embrace that possessed the cracks in my broken and empty heart. As I watched through clouded eyes, the world was lighting up with thousands of lights and the happiness of thousands of people. Fireworks; which welcomed the New Year, a new start, a new hope. Yet for me, every year goes by slowly and pointlessly, with no hope at all. Everything is the same: stuck in a dead-end job, never lasting relationship, friends that are never there for me and no family. I sighed and walked half-heartedly back into my small and comfortable home, a bungalow to be precise. A lovely home, for two, alas it was only me that lived here, alone, quiet. I paced up and down the dark hallway, its walls covered in endless midnight black paint, at certain points gatherings of light and dark violet roses attacked the midnight, trying to put some life into the dead unknown.