Sunday, October 19, 2014

Playground



  In the hollow darkness, I ran and ran and I ran with lungs that never stop its cycle of contracting.

  Along the way I found a shadow of myself -- A past self and a small figure with gleaming eyes which within lies a pure heart full of gold.

  I kept running so that I could time travel.I landed at the playground in front of my house ;  The venue a generation of eager adolescents rule as their kingdom. At that time, I was the loyal one in the colony. 



  Traveling miles and miles behind:


  The sand turned into rubber.

  The swings turned into grass. 

  The wooden structure turned plastic. 

  The statue of cupids and angels turned      into concrete.


  And I turned into a girl that longed for the past but is strangled by rigid roots that tried to shape me into a socially desirable stereotype.

 It felt like winter , the kind of bittersweet winter that crushed on all the things I once had. 

  A creature loomed in and let out a repetitive howl.

 I stood up and followed the hustles.




Monday, October 6, 2014

The edge

(A short write-up of my encounter during a recent morning run at a warm calming nature reserve)







I sat by the edge of the lake and I could get addicted to staring at the greenery all day. Whilst, I gradually drown into all kinds of complex thoughts, a labyrinth and then weird apparitions. Yet all at once I felt like I am who i am and  i am doing what I think I should do. And all things came into place like a map with lost countries/continents being replaced and at that moment I finally felt that I am truly alive. 

The wind gently blow past me and I thought of how my father would use to hold my miniature hand and I would throw pebbles into the lake. After so many years of confinement I am back here again, grown stronger I hope. 

The wind blew past me again, a little harsher this time.

 My eyes told me a new story.



7/10/2014

A.T.