Wednesday, 15 April 2009

  • The air in the room lingers and it’s not just a place where she lays her head to rest. It’s much more. So much more. The silence swells like a sponge, absorbing everything in its way. She sits to think but the silence is deafening; too loud that she can’t even hear herself think. Her heart listens to what the silence is screaming. It’s familiar. All too familiar. Sounds like a resounding cry of anger, frustration, hurt, betrayal and pain.

    At the end of the day, it’s all about what she’s willing to lose. If none she owns, none will she forfeit but all to gain. In some games, the ball isn’t in her court but she wants to play. Having no understanding or uncoerced tolerance, she plays the role of Silence until the ball comes back.

    Now she's in a car with only one gear. D. There's a signboard just in front. ONE WAY STREET. There's no turning back. Her head turns to look behind at all that could be there. Only a figure stands out from the rest. She waves goodbye, her heart wrenching at every wave and degree of her head as she turns away to drive.

    Uproot.
    Take all.
    Head into the mist.

    So be it.

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