Life is a mystery, I’ll never understand it. I tried my best not to lose what meant so much to me, but they’re all gone. Now I’m back on grass, picking weeds.
I am a fallen angel, cast down by life, all pride and hope gone with nothing left to me than my dearest companion, weed. Soaking myself in helplessness and desperation won’t be my best option, so I’ve decided to let my ancestors rest, and let my roots become buried by the dust which life blows my way.
Once upon a time, I had wings, miniature wings given to me by birds who pitied my flight. I saw tears, sorrow, disappointment, lies, and most of all betrayals in my ancestors. I dusted my wings, and with all the passion left in me, I lifted myself up from the ground. Yet, like always, I fell, again.
Crawling, like i came out of my mother’s womb now, with tears, courage i held the earth’s sand, with fear, passion i moved faster than the wind This time, I reached the moon, and I held on to her with all my might, begging her to carry me far away.
The next day, I found my back on the warm sand. I had been cast down again. This time, I didn’t cry, I was too used to the disappointment. My wings are gone, and so is my hope.
I have not only lost those that mean much to me, they have also lost me. Out of the mystery filled journey called life, I had made nothing of. Now, I await the moment when life shall bid me bye, and I shall gladly enter the willing hands of my newest companion, death.
Indeed, life is a journey filled with mystery,
Oh! Now i concur with the world that the earth is spherical (sobs)
What a Journey!