Once again,i see that old familiar panorama... A dark edged brim leading both to the world underneath and to the broadway horizon. I have been to this edge,i know,but of how i came to this place and how to take away myself from this place,that way i have no idea at all. But one thing i appreciate on this place is the tranquility,though, above, birds are so confused where they are leading to,whether to find a rest or to enjoy the breeze while the sunlight is still possessing the place as it makes a salmon scattering paint on the sky.
Then,i hear a huge echo of agony,but i scarcely see anything least those creautures on the sky. It roars,gradually shaking the earth, i feel a bit dizzy of how myself dance with the swinging earth.with one hand gripping a rod,i start moving away from that sound but every step i make just digs a whole to the ground... I see the mud forming boots on my feet,if all boots are like this,there would have been no people struggling to buy boots that can keep feet clean,and there would have been no people saying "life is unfair" for no matter how much money they have there is no such available product that would identify the gap between can affords and less fortunates.
I am not terrified at all when i feel myself drowning deeper,the coldness of the soil soothes me,it gives me warmth enough to make myself so comfortable.. But...i dont want to be lost just like this,i want somebody to find out of how hard it is to get there, where and how had i been before settling this juncture.. For perhaps,if it will come from other mouths the trail of my adventure,maybe then they will learn to appreciate it and leave a worth-satisfying compliments while im gone... However, of how far and long people will discover my own trail and reach the place i love most,that thing i also have no knowldege at all.. Wishing someday,somehow,they will realize that i am not a liar after all.. Just that i have been so silent because i dont want to ignite the burdens they have as they hear my sigh of agony...
