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

I just feel like bursting into a bout of tears now. This uneasy feeling that rose from my stomach shot to my nose and eyes. I fought the tears back...and thought.

There is no rhyme or reason as to why I am crying.So,obviously, i shouldn't cry.

Helplessly,a tear cascaded down my cheek as the rest followed,freely. Stubborn natured, i was still trying hard to fight them back.Because, I have totally NO REASON to cry.

I have everything I want.Everything a simple girl would want. A caring and sensitive boyfriend, a complete and whole family plus understanding parents. An abrupt scene interrupted my chain of thoughts. I pictured this lost and lonely trekker amidst a dense jungle.

She pondered upon where she should go, in order to get out of the dark and gloomy jungle. She wanted to see the sunlight again...She longed for the warmth of it that coveted her every morning. The array of golden tones...she missed them.

But,she could only guess...guess which way is the right route that would bring her to her much anticipated for destination.Every step taken in fearful trepidation,as she so much wanted to get out of the dreaded place. She'd been trying...relentlessly. But to no avail.

Do you know what this poor soul would feel like doing?
Well, i guess i know.

She'd really want to take that heavy load off her aching shoulders,fall upon her bruised knees...on the damp bed of leaf litter and cry out to God in acute desperation. She needs Him. She needs Him above all else.

Why is she placed with such emotional adversities?
Too many questions...far too much uncertainties,coupled with petrification.What if she could never see the sunlight again, due to the monstrocity of multiple carnivores that lurk in the darkness within.What if... ...

There were zero answers even when the questions continued to run through her tired mind.

Her distinct sobs faded away slowly, as cool breeze swept across the foliage, as if it indicated the end of a painful phase.In the comfort of the cool moisture,she fell into a deep slumber subconsciously, on the soft bed of decaying brown leaves.

At day break,she arises to the same issues she'll have to face...
She also has to worry about the food ration that depletes at a threatening rate...

Till she finds her OWN way out-where she'd want to be.

Baby, you're my favourite accident.

Andrea Yim
4:15 PM