She was walking and thinking about her life. What went wrong? Why? How was she so sad? What piece was wrong? Doesn’t matter, everything was a chaos and she was the only one to blame. That was the saddest part, it wasn’t no one but her to blame.
Walking alone in the streets, just trying not to think or cry. It was impossible. But then she looked up. She looked to the sky, the sun was setting and the sky was with at least five different colors. How amazing, how pure, how beautiful. Why can’t she, be so peaceful? Well, at that moment, she was. She gave a big breath, stopped in the middle of the street, put her hands on the pocket of her jacket and just stared at the sky.