Charcoal

How to tell her that everything is gona be all right; that things are gona be OK; that she doesn't have to worry; that something good will come out of this.

How to tell her that things are going to get better, that this is perhaps just one of those obstacles that we so often run into in our life; how to tell her that every difficulty offers its own opportunity and every weakness can be transformed into an strength.

How to tell her that things are bright ahead right after she didn't get accepted to school A, B or C and instead she has to go school H which she hates. How to tell her that there's a ray of light at the end of the tunnel if she wanted to study P, Q or R, but she's gona have to settle for T. How to tell her not to worry about the ton of money needed to go to a school that she doesn't want to attend, to study something that she doesn't want, in a city where she doesn't feel comfortable.

You need a piece of charcoal in your chest instead of a heart, and break fluid running through your veins to spit the sentence "don't worry about it".

Somedays we just need someone at the other end of the line who could just listen to us; who knows our plans and projects and dreams and who knows what we're going through; someone who knows how fucking dark the clouds are getting in our world; someone who truly knows us. There's days when we need someone who could see how fucking hard it is to see our dreams coming tumbling down right in front of our eyes; someone who could just listen to our sobs on the other end of the line for hours; someone who could just be there with us.

There's evenings when we need a friend who could just listen to us; a friend; a good friend.