i was walking alone in the woods bare-footed,
the earth was rough...hidden dangers lurked beneath the fallen leaves covering my path.
my legs were scarred and bleeding,
i needed a refuge,
a resting place.
and suddenly i saw a white wall.
it wasn' as tall as the trees surrounding me...but just a few inches above my height.
it stood there alone, white and pure among the midst of tall looking trees.
the wall beckoned to me, i approached it warily.
it claimed that it would provide me shelter and security, if only i promised to stay with it.
i touched the white and smooth surface, pondering what to do...
and finally declared that this shall be my refuge, my resting place.
and so i leaned against the wall.
it felt icing cold...
but i was certain that i could create warmth by staying with it.
and so i settled down with the wall...not wandering alone in the woods anymore.
there were times when i was sad and there were times when i was happy,
i shared everything with this new friend of mine.
but slowly i realized that it was all futile...
all i could hear was the echo of my voice.
it would not cry with me when i was sad,
it would not jump in joy with me when i was happy.
there was no trace of emotion,
i felt a sudden surge of loneliness...
1 day, i was being attacked.
i ran as fast my feet could bring me to the wall to seek refuge,
leaning hard against the wall, i hoped that it would ward them away.
i knew that what separated me from danger was only a thin layer of brick and paint.
but still, i had full faith in this friend of mine.
it promised to protect me.
what a fool i was,
the wall would only stand there and watch as i was being striked at.
as if it was a silent watcher...
it was there all the time, but it would not lend a helping hand.
it did not budge at all, it's base securely attached to the ground.
all it did was stood there and watch.
there were no arms that wrapped around me when i needed comfort the most,
realizing this, i hugged myself, leaned on the wall and cried myself to sleep...
incidents like this happened again,
and the wall would just stand there and watch.
not a word uttered or a trace of emotion showed.
when i questioned it, it would avoid the topic or just remain silent.
i decided to leave 1 day, for i've lost my faith in the wall..
it was not my refuge; it would never be.
as i was walking away, i looked around for 1 last time..
1 last longing look at the familiar environment that i've spent my days and nights with,
and my eyes finally landed on the wall.
it still did not budge an inch, standing there with much dignity and pride.
i left and trudged along the paths in the woods and found a trail.
excited, i started down the trail and saw a village,
it was filled with laughter and joy,
there were houses and people.
i've finally found a place where i belonged.
living there, i'd think of the wall occasionally,
it was once my one and only true friend.
and so i decided to pay my old pal a visit.
i back trailed into the woods to where i've 1st met my friend
but i couldn't help but gape at the sight of it.
the wall was still standing still there,
but perhaps with a new bunch of friends.
it was now full of graffiti and stains.
i carressed the surface that was once so familiar to me,
but some how it felt so different.
it looks so familiar, but yet so alien.
and i knew that it was no longer the same...
if the wall had a personality, it's been stained by all the graffitis and dirt.
if the wall could speak, it spoke of a different language - 1 that was never of it's own.
gone was the white and pure wall i've known, replaced by some unknown hybrid that looked saddening and lost.
my eyes started to sting at this point,
i thanked the wall for always being at my side, for listening silently to my prayers, and for always being a shoulder i could lean on.
that said, i turned and walked down the trail,
never looking back again.
the earth was rough...hidden dangers lurked beneath the fallen leaves covering my path.
my legs were scarred and bleeding,
i needed a refuge,
a resting place.
and suddenly i saw a white wall.
it wasn' as tall as the trees surrounding me...but just a few inches above my height.
it stood there alone, white and pure among the midst of tall looking trees.
the wall beckoned to me, i approached it warily.
it claimed that it would provide me shelter and security, if only i promised to stay with it.
i touched the white and smooth surface, pondering what to do...
and finally declared that this shall be my refuge, my resting place.
and so i leaned against the wall.
it felt icing cold...
but i was certain that i could create warmth by staying with it.
and so i settled down with the wall...not wandering alone in the woods anymore.
there were times when i was sad and there were times when i was happy,
i shared everything with this new friend of mine.
but slowly i realized that it was all futile...
all i could hear was the echo of my voice.
it would not cry with me when i was sad,
it would not jump in joy with me when i was happy.
there was no trace of emotion,
i felt a sudden surge of loneliness...
1 day, i was being attacked.
i ran as fast my feet could bring me to the wall to seek refuge,
leaning hard against the wall, i hoped that it would ward them away.
i knew that what separated me from danger was only a thin layer of brick and paint.
but still, i had full faith in this friend of mine.
it promised to protect me.
what a fool i was,
the wall would only stand there and watch as i was being striked at.
as if it was a silent watcher...
it was there all the time, but it would not lend a helping hand.
it did not budge at all, it's base securely attached to the ground.
all it did was stood there and watch.
there were no arms that wrapped around me when i needed comfort the most,
realizing this, i hugged myself, leaned on the wall and cried myself to sleep...
incidents like this happened again,
and the wall would just stand there and watch.
not a word uttered or a trace of emotion showed.
when i questioned it, it would avoid the topic or just remain silent.
i decided to leave 1 day, for i've lost my faith in the wall..
it was not my refuge; it would never be.
as i was walking away, i looked around for 1 last time..
1 last longing look at the familiar environment that i've spent my days and nights with,
and my eyes finally landed on the wall.
it still did not budge an inch, standing there with much dignity and pride.
i left and trudged along the paths in the woods and found a trail.
excited, i started down the trail and saw a village,
it was filled with laughter and joy,
there were houses and people.
i've finally found a place where i belonged.
living there, i'd think of the wall occasionally,
it was once my one and only true friend.
and so i decided to pay my old pal a visit.
i back trailed into the woods to where i've 1st met my friend
but i couldn't help but gape at the sight of it.
the wall was still standing still there,
but perhaps with a new bunch of friends.
it was now full of graffiti and stains.
i carressed the surface that was once so familiar to me,
but some how it felt so different.
it looks so familiar, but yet so alien.
and i knew that it was no longer the same...
if the wall had a personality, it's been stained by all the graffitis and dirt.
if the wall could speak, it spoke of a different language - 1 that was never of it's own.
gone was the white and pure wall i've known, replaced by some unknown hybrid that looked saddening and lost.
my eyes started to sting at this point,
i thanked the wall for always being at my side, for listening silently to my prayers, and for always being a shoulder i could lean on.
that said, i turned and walked down the trail,
never looking back again.
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