Luminiscent
"She cries"
"I didn't do anything"
"She thought that you will leave her alone. She couldn't bear the fact that she will be raising your son without even know the path that she should follow"
"I love my son. The only world I know"
It was in the morning. Cold misty morning where dew started to clog the window in my little cubicle room. The window had been the one who always gave me the clear picture where I should go every morning. Whether to head to the north or to the west. Usually it was the north that I followed. The path was clearer and the ground was more even rather than the west. The west was shorter but has been perforated and even lit badly.
It has always been when I didn't sure whether to head north or to make a tow and head to the west. It always been a confusing choice. It just like when you have a lot of things you want to say but eventually it jams inside your brain and your nerve gone mad and you don't even know what to do.
I'm getting used to it, over time.
I am so alone right now. It has been a couple of days that I sat outside, far in the middle of the lawn and began deliberating and pondering myself about everything. I've lost a lot of things lately and I didn't even sure whether they were recoverable or just going to be perished in the nick of time. It was great to lay back and watch over the sky, how the stars blinked defiantly, how the moon portrayed the blue canvas with it's dimmed color and how great the God is, making everything goes perfectly without any interventions.
I think the sky would be bluer for months to come.
It's El Nino you know!
"I didn't do anything"
"She thought that you will leave her alone. She couldn't bear the fact that she will be raising your son without even know the path that she should follow"
"I love my son. The only world I know"
It was in the morning. Cold misty morning where dew started to clog the window in my little cubicle room. The window had been the one who always gave me the clear picture where I should go every morning. Whether to head to the north or to the west. Usually it was the north that I followed. The path was clearer and the ground was more even rather than the west. The west was shorter but has been perforated and even lit badly.
It has always been when I didn't sure whether to head north or to make a tow and head to the west. It always been a confusing choice. It just like when you have a lot of things you want to say but eventually it jams inside your brain and your nerve gone mad and you don't even know what to do.
I'm getting used to it, over time.
I am so alone right now. It has been a couple of days that I sat outside, far in the middle of the lawn and began deliberating and pondering myself about everything. I've lost a lot of things lately and I didn't even sure whether they were recoverable or just going to be perished in the nick of time. It was great to lay back and watch over the sky, how the stars blinked defiantly, how the moon portrayed the blue canvas with it's dimmed color and how great the God is, making everything goes perfectly without any interventions.
I think the sky would be bluer for months to come.
It's El Nino you know!
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