When i was walking back home, this girl was crying her heart out.
All i could hear was her slipper flapping on the pavement,
the whistling of the wind,the rustle of the dried leaves,
the birds twitting and her sniffing tearing sounds.
Numerous flashbacks of her lost love overwhelmed her and it was too much for her to take it.
She closed her eyes and tried to push everything behind her mindand perhaps that would stop her from crying.
However, tears still flowed uncontrollaby.
How she wished it had rained, so that she won't realised how hard she cried.
The street lights flickered and extinguished indicating its the start of another day and the world still goes on.Yet around her seems dark and unfamilar, she had fallen into a hole tat was dug by herself.
Instead of shouting for help, she crawl up herself with her bare hands.
Initial efforts gave her a hope of seeing light as she progress much steadily ahead, until she lost her footing and slipped back into the darkness.She is bruised and wounded. She raised her hands hoping that miracle would happen and someone would come along and save her.
However, all she could grasp was only chilling air and the trickling of blood from her bleeding palms.She sit there crying as she had to do it all over again. She thought it would be easy and had never expected this.There is not enough time to let her heal the wounds as she needs to keep on going.
With her bleeding hands, she is starting out again. This time, she won't know when she will fall again.
But she is prepared for it.
