The sky is high above me.
And the moon stays still in the horizon.
There is no one here where the grey, cold sand lies on the ground.
It's so cold that I can see my own breath, it freezes everything to ice.
But then the sun starts to rise.
Up from it's watery bed.
It shines upon me and warms my body, but not my heart.
For it is still frozen and locked in a chest with no keys.
Only by the beauty of love, it can be opened.
And I have found a beauty, not of love, but of kindness.
The kindness from people around me.
And I'm happy for that kindness.
It may not be the key, but it's something similar.