Alvina
The storm wrought havoc on the small village. The day after the little settlement was barely recognizable. The thatched roofs were blown off the huts, utensils and other items of daily use littered the dirt roads, and the palm trees lay dead and helpless.
Her golden locks floated around her in the clear blue water. Her eyes were closed, her pulse was quiet. There submerged under the water, she had finally found peace.
"You're a bad influence on me Joe.", said Evana in a playful tone, her eyes sparkling the way they always did when she looked at him. Joe laughed and said,"Then why do you hang around me?" Evana took the helmet from him. It looked a little odd on her, with her floral dress and pink cardigan. She sat behind him and answered,"I think a bad influence is exactly what I need."
She had been through a lot in life. And thus she was able to derive a simple technique from her experiences, to help make life easier. It was to ask herself, whenever she was in a 'less than desirable' situation, "Will this matter in five years?"
He had the most beautiful collection of butterflies. One of every shape, size and hue. It made him feel alive, powerful, knowing he could control and possess such beauty.
It wasn't easy. He wasn't perfect, but then again, neither was she. They didn't have much but they had each other. And she was determined to make it work.
Faith in God is the only thing getting me through life. If there is no God, no 'life after death', then life is just a waiting room, where all of us are slowly rotting, waiting to die.
I am anything but steady. I keep wavering under the pressure with which the waves of turbulent emotions crash against me, knocking me down each time I try to find some balance.
writing since 2013 · 8 entries · 8 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Alvina showed up.
3longest streak
8days written
3.1entries / week
the words Alvina reaches for
godwaitinginfluencejoeevanaeyeswatersteadywaveringpressurewavesturbulentemotionscrashagainstknocking