Loneliness — Yearning for comfort

There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

Tailored in comfort, and signature of warmth — the ladies stood to recall it all. They stood their ground and faced it all, never turning around — only walking that path, a straight road perhaps full of formidable omens, the pain, and grief it brought tore them asunder.

They felt it all, slowly dancing hand in hand supporting each other possibly crying to release each other from the repose of sadness and anguish. They embraced each other, in a harmonious pattern. Little by little, each felt it lighter, the pain of love and the passion grew stronger.

As both slowly swayed in the gloominess, substituting the peace they yearned for another. It met with a calming presence, as the women who fell realized they had found one another who could bear each other, with ease and joy sharing themselves in a tranquil reprise.