Monomad | Dry Twigs

That day the weather was very hot, even though it had just rained on the ground last night, people looked tired at the market. I stood among the sullen crowd, barely a smile on my lips. They were like dry burning twigs, I imagine many people were almost broken, by the problems of life and the hot afternoon weather. Why hope for rain for dry twigs, there is no more life for the twigs, only emptiness, barrenness and death. For people who are heartbroken, have lost hope, they are just a display for their future, only branches that remain without a smile. except for a green leaf.