Silent promise

Clouds drifted on the background of a violet morning sky. They were like the words in his head, calm but moving.
He was able to see them, yet not as the clear, confined lines of the pavement he was walking on.
Whenever he tried to touch them, the white dreams disappeared in the air. Life could be torture when the boundaries weren't visible.
The chains in which he was bound on this earth weighed heavy on him, the only thing he wanted to do is sleep and rest eternally in Hypnos' arms.
Two loving eyes were watching the grey, old man, struggling to walk and sighing at every step. Those eyes knew the past and felt his pain. A silent promise was made on the first day that they met eachother, years ago already, in June.
Birds were whispering in high pitched voices, they knew it would be the start of something new.
The people around him watched carefully how he was feeling that day, as if they hadn't done anything else in all those months, pretending happy
smiles. He knew better, those people had disappointed him many times in the short time that he has lived.
Finally he could escape their watch and go outside. His four feet touched the soft, young grass and left small footprints behind.
An ant crawled over a fallen leaf, not minding the brown eyes staring at him. Seeing that little soul made him think about the large world in which they lived in.
Others were probably looking down at him, in the same way he looked down upon the small ant. The insect crawled further over the leaf, down a stone, slipped over the dew and fell into a little hole. Helplessly, the little insect tried to get out of the confinement, wriggling his legs. He still looked down below, observing the struggle and sensing a tinge of despair at not being able to help out. Eventually he walked away, towards the fence and thought about the ant resting and maybe accepting his new destiny in the hole. Was he so different from the little worker? The fence stood taller than him, he too was unable to get away.
He felt sorry for himself, the passive ways had now become part of his character. He looked up at the Sun, shining bright and illuminating the path he walked on. That star was the ultimate being, seeing all and still offering a warm embrace. Why couldn't he be like her? Free and yet with a purpose, to love.
The wind blew the fence a bit open, it creeched and drew his attention. Five steps and maybe he could be like the Sun.