I find myself in the night walking along an old graveyard. The mysts rising from the heat of the day and the cool that the night has brought. I hear the echos of my heals against the damp cobblestone walkway. For this is an ancient place where few tend to dwell.
Others I see in the distance, clouded by the myst. I hear their voices softly. I can feel they are like me…searching for an answer but not knowing the question.I run my cold fingers along an old headstone that is weatherd by time and elements. The stars do not shine for the clouds do hide them well. A light myst of a cool rain blows with the wind against my skin. I near one who sits alone away from the others. His long black hair damp with the myst, his head held in his hands avoiding to look upon anything.I touch his shoulder softly. He slowly brings his eyes up to meet mine. I stand beside him as we glare into eachothers soul. He need not speak for I know his thoughts instantly. I feel the pain he tries to deny.I take his hand and pull him up next to me facing eachother, only inches between us. A soft smile comes across his lips. He can read my thoughts as well. Never a word spoken.Arm in arm we begin to walk together…not knowing where we will go or where we will end. Now neither is alone in this quest for the answers.For the question has not been asked. We do know what we are and how we became….Along the path of life share a moment with someone who needs for you never know whom you will meet.