It was a dark and rainy night. And there you were, outside the quiet gas
station, enveloped in a cloud of poison. You breathed the poison in as quickly
as you exhaled it. As I walked past you to the door, we exchanged glances. I
smiled at you, and you smiled back. You were so young and beautiful, yet in
your eyes I sensed a sadness. As I glanced around the station, looking for a
cashier, you popped in behind the counter. You said a cheery hello, but I found
the smile behind your words to be surface level. It was almost as if the poison
you were breathing moments ago had fogged over your heart, depriving it of joy.
I wanted to reach out, I wanted to hear your story. The moment was gone, and I
went my way.
Looking back, I wonder... What if it were me? What if I were the
one with the sad eyes? It wouldn't be too far fetched. If life had
dealt me a different hand, I would be the one under the dim lights of a gas
station. Dear friend, I hope your journey doesn't end here. I hope this
is simply one of your stops on your way upward. Beyond the sadness in your
eyes, there is still a light. Don't let the poison around you burn it
out. Don't let the sadness drag you down. Hold on.
"Lay down, lay down your old chains. Come now, take up your new
name. Your best life's up ahead now. One step away."
