Long haired angel

Last week was totally a mess... I was so depressed I couldn't stop thinking os how bad were all the situations around me...But something strange happenned: On Wednesday I was at my limit, so I went to a near park and sat at the terraces, all alone, just watching the clouds.Suddenly a guy, arround twenty, sat beside me, and started to talk as if he had something really important to say, almost desperate: "Why are you doing?" He asked, he was nervous and we were the only two persons at sight. In a normal situation I woulod be really afraid, and I surelly would run away immediately. But I didn't, I just answered "Thinking".I wonder why I felt that strong necessity of staying there and just listen to him, as if deep inside me, I hoped for him to answer my questions, even if I didn’t know which questions I had. And he did.I couldn’t help it, but thinking of him as an angel, with his brown skin, long black hair, smile and his nervous voice…. He became my long haired angel.