when did it start?
it was a dark night.
the leaves of the trees rustled as the cold wind whispered the mystery within its soft caress.
hoot owls can be heard occasionally. it is as if they are conveying to one another the wise secret that they hold.
the moon was supposed to be on its highest peak at the grey sky but dark clouds covered its magnificence. nocturnal animals are scampering into their hideouts as if something is about to happen.
something big...
something that would bring both joy and sorrow...
both happiness and misery...
both comfort and pain...
something that would change the lives of many...
it is about to rain.
with the deafening silence that enveloped the neighborhood, a woman covered in violet cloak was furtively walking. she has the thing with her-carrying it while cautiously looking around, making sure that no one sees or hears. she was alone but she has to hasten because sooner or later she will not carry the thing anymore. after sometime she reached her destination.
she waited...
she waited until the right moment came.
there were rapid heartbeats.
then a cry broke the silence of the still night.
a baby's cry.
that is how i imagined it. the night of January 26, 1993. the night when i first felt the harshness that the world would bring. the moment when the silent but observing universe welcomed the birth of a boy who no one knows what the future brings ahead. is he going to be legend?
of course none of my imaginations were true. i'm not even sure if i was born on a night. i didn't ask my mother. this is one of the few things which i'm afraid to ask from her. the things i have avoided 'cause it might bring up the topic which will only make me hurt. that's why i settle with my imaginations. it's much better that way. for even if the truth will set you free, sometimes the truth is ugly.
and that hurts. @
the leaves of the trees rustled as the cold wind whispered the mystery within its soft caress.
hoot owls can be heard occasionally. it is as if they are conveying to one another the wise secret that they hold.
the moon was supposed to be on its highest peak at the grey sky but dark clouds covered its magnificence. nocturnal animals are scampering into their hideouts as if something is about to happen.
something big...
something that would bring both joy and sorrow...
both happiness and misery...
both comfort and pain...
something that would change the lives of many...
it is about to rain.
with the deafening silence that enveloped the neighborhood, a woman covered in violet cloak was furtively walking. she has the thing with her-carrying it while cautiously looking around, making sure that no one sees or hears. she was alone but she has to hasten because sooner or later she will not carry the thing anymore. after sometime she reached her destination.
she waited...
she waited until the right moment came.
there were rapid heartbeats.
then a cry broke the silence of the still night.
a baby's cry.
that is how i imagined it. the night of January 26, 1993. the night when i first felt the harshness that the world would bring. the moment when the silent but observing universe welcomed the birth of a boy who no one knows what the future brings ahead. is he going to be legend?
of course none of my imaginations were true. i'm not even sure if i was born on a night. i didn't ask my mother. this is one of the few things which i'm afraid to ask from her. the things i have avoided 'cause it might bring up the topic which will only make me hurt. that's why i settle with my imaginations. it's much better that way. for even if the truth will set you free, sometimes the truth is ugly.
and that hurts. @
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