what did it feel like when you used to stare at that plain canvas. at empty ceilings, i mean. where the cobwebs of your yesterdays used to hold. but it's been days since you've decided to clean them and they've started to scatter by the corners of your memory lane ever since.
spiderwebs always have patterns, don't they. and the sky had been quiet for some time that it's beginning to feel like pieces of wood attached together to cover the attic, where the chests that hid your childhood run dry of the rain that used to spatter the grounds with our echoing laughs.
they say it's of redundance. how i always bring back moments when smiles were pure and the resonance of brittle games felt more like a confession than a chase of fireflies on a street too covered by the leaves for the moon to be a witness of.
but i was too afraid that whenever we talked about something we love, the sky would listen and its pastel colors would start to reflect the snowmen we used to build or the treehouses we used to visit. and every sunset was a reminder that space was no more than a void that kept reminiscences alive.
maybe that's why the sea always knew pain, that it had the ability to drown and keep seashells and starfishes on oceanfloors that sprinkled sand-like stars. because it saw, that the meteorites and asteroids above drew landscapes that spoke stories no one ever told.
Tears were falling off her eyes, still the face was radiating cheerful vibes. Her three feet body moving back and forth, the wind was strong for those puny feet, and her body didder in frock.
Standing on the edge of hill, shouting her own name, it was a moment to remember, still no one was around to impart the fame.
She had a dull mind since she was born, no teacher could help her learn. Her effort was less and her will dwindled. They had no hope for her to pass. When heart used to get heavy, she went atop the hill to see trench below, to evaluate the value of her own life, whether it's worth is to live shallow, or a deep fall to expunge the misery.
But today the time has come. With tears rolling down her eyes and head feeling feather light. To say the final goodbye and to be free of the burden of heart.
She shouted and shouted till her voice cracked and she stood still. Thanking this majestic hill. For hearing her so many years.
And now time for goodbye, to this hill and heart wrenching thoughts. A new beginning towards adapting life, and welcoming the light of hope with a flight, she ran back home with eyes wet, tears rolling on cheeks, leaving warmth.
For tears of happiness are warm since they are mixed with feeling of joy, With hard work and persistence she had won. The world had bend to her will and wisdom. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know what i wrote.. was just an impulse. Let me know what u guys think of it.