In the well-lit streets of Birch court nights, I seek help in deep despair. Even though the help creeps from the dungeons of my past scars, I keep my mouth shut, trying to protect innocent people from a raging fire. I tried to take my body away from life, from nature to my home, because in the chilling winter of December, my help could break my body and get out like frozen arrows. Suddenly, I saw a couple with a husky called Luna and a dog breed I don’t know about, called Lia, and the help in me jumped with joy at the hope that I wouldn’t have to speak, just pet it with love I needed at the time. I rushed towards the cute animals and our eyes met and both jumped with joy, like two friends meeting after a long time. The ghost of despair disappeared at the warmth of life. I didn’t seek help, joy seek me.
