AdriTheDreamer
It felt like nothing sparks joy anymore. Everything that has to be said, was already told. The story was near to its end, and life would merge to a bland taste of being alive.
But in the book of *being*, there will always be a next page. It will never end; there will never be a conclusion...
He just woke up. And the first thing he did was to yawn. He dragged his body to make coffee, and to get dressed. He tiredly walked to the bus stop for commute. He pushed through the hardship to get to his colleague's desk without dropping the folder. He fought to keep his eyes open on his return trip. He could not help but wonder if this would be the rest of his life.
it can be everywhere. it can be nowhere. it may be there when you don't need it; and remember, some wanted it but they do not get it.
if you have it, raise it. make good use of it. do something.
because you would never know when you will lose it.
"Maybe this could do it," he took out a bottle of honey, shook the bottle and opened the cap. He let some drip on his hand, and then spread it on the other man's abrased knee. "Fingers crossed this will prevent the wound from getting infected."
The sky was grey, a bit grey, and the asphalt road was damp.
I sat on the upper deck of the bus, absent-mindedly watching the road.
This was a main road. Wide lanes.
But as the bus went further, the road tapered. Narrower. The buildings beside the roads were shorter. Less glass, more bricks.
And endes up with mostly trees. That was where I was getting off.
The football field has properly trimmed grass. Flat and freshly made. Nothing exciting was going on.
And the next thing I know, was that I was laying on the ground, palms behind my head. The sun is bright, I know. But I watched the clouds passed by slowly.
And it felt great.
Trees has soften the harsh rays from the sun. The shaded promenade is walked by many, but they cared more about the beautiful river.
The meeting was in a stalemate.
None of the participants wanted to compromise, insisting on their primary interest. The air was tense; it felt like a fight may start at some point.
The manager stood up sternly, her tone brisk and direct.
"Are you all done?" she plainly said.
She hold onto a pendant, the family keepsake, as she walked on the muddy earth. Trees stood tall, shadowing the sky. The sky was dark anyway, but the tiny light that the moon provided were not enough.
She clenched her hand, closed her eyes. "Please be my lantern on my way forward," she murmured.
She opened her eyes again, and walked into the unknown.
"The sun is still a burning ball and the sky is still blue. Don't be down, kid. Days will keep going on. There is nothing you can't overcome."
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