In a dream that never came true, I grew a flower that couldn't bloom
I hope all my weaknesses are hidden
It is always a good start. But worthless, in my manifestation it becomes a little wierd and lonely and unbearable.
For me it should or Must be the best, yet there is something that ruins you. More over a spotlight that twinkles and keeps u striving and struggling like an undead twig.
She was the one my determination, tenacity, valour nad much more I cannot describe that in words though.
I used to live with her up at the valley,in a wooden house , a classical lifestyle, including bunky car, middle class ways and stuff.
My highschool was just the way down the hill where we lived , friends and a cozy time having the blessing of a high IQ.
No other problem, it seemed as life was too easy on me .
Oh I almost forgot the forest behind the valley. A thick pine forest with scary and creepy sounds echoeing through the small community in the middle of the dead night.
What so ever was happening . Everything was going smoothly.
I wonder why the happy times fade so suddendly and quickly.I used to spend most of my time with Emma my childhood friend.
That evening when I went back home from Emma home, I entered the room right next to the front window in the lounge.
"Hello Maa! Are you there ?" said I.
I hit the table in my way. It hit the vase nearby and the vase broke in to pieces.
"Mother, I know your there , its getting creepy, comeout already", said I.
On the other side of the bed as I a went there was a pause on me , like the world has stopped or was it just my heart that could've stopped working for a second . The cold wind from the window hit my face as if someone has slapped me.
Some one lying on the floor , that cant be her ; I said to myself.
As I drew myself closer I felt as if my heart is falling down from sky high , my hands shacking, cold sweats.
"Why are you lying on the floor?", said I.
She wouldnt answer even if I would ask her all night because I knew that her soul is no longer here. Its just empty her body .