e s o p h o r i a -all about my imperfections as a confused sinner.

It wasn't the same... and it isn't anymore. The usual sun that scorched mercilessly didn't greet me today. In fact,I didn't feel its warmth at all - i thought,maybe it wasn't there today. No... it can't be. It's the clouds that perfects a balmy weather.

But this time, there was an obvious overdose - of clouds. An accident,perhaps. Rain pelted heavily on the panels as i watched every drop fall hard onto the glass pane. My breath condensed on the transparent sheet creating a momentary white cloud that diminished almost immediately after it's mere existence. I sqinted my eyes to catch a glance further ahead. I couldn't. The raging rain just wouldn't permit. This is bad, i thought to myself.

I tiptoed gingerly through the inadquately sheltered walkway as i made my way to the bus stop. Around me were leaf litter that have fallen from the tree above. I turned round in a circle or two, awakened to a realisation that not all of them are dead and whithered. Amongst them were some rather pretty,fresh looking leaves and even, flowers.

What a waste! I stared downwards, just oserving the pretty little flower. There will not be much time before it turns yellow and shrivelled, just like the rest around it.

The vibrant little element of nature laid there, as if it were still high up in the tree, still diffusing an invigorating, lively feel. The wind blew as its petals fluttered vigourously. I predicted how this flower's life would change, as compared to its life being high up in the tree... ...

Morning dew trickling down the smooth petals of nature's finest pieces of art.It would twinkle as the incandescent rays of the sun, set the tops of canopys ablaze. Nothing could compare to that refreshing feel when it came to kickstarting the day, with a fresh start - when one wakes up from a reverie of impossible fairytales. The flower catches the first gust of the freshest and lightest breeze as it overlooks the daily hustle and bustle of life down under. It could lay in the security and cool shade of the tree all day long, as the branches support its livelihood of being a flower, transporting to it it's much needed nutrients and support.

A simple twist of fate... the next moment, it was on the cold, hard ground.Prickly and dusty. Vehicles zoom past causing an audible harangue, not making it more bearable as time went on. Noisy chatters and shrieks of young girls pounding the ground as they rush for the bus. Trampled, the smooth sides of the little pretty flower creased and tattered. Soon, as the weather wears the vibrance and colours off the miraculous creation of mother nature. the weather beaten poor thing lay there, lifeless as every hour pass by. It seems eternity before the sun goes down. It couldn't overlook the setting of sun over the vast horizon like it usually could anymore. Motionless and distorted, it didn't cry.

I didn't cry. Did I...

Perhaps. I didn't know why,anyway.

Baby, if only we would stay in this love, this way forever...

Andrea Yim
9:04 PM