"the grass is greener on the other end"
"no, you're not supposed to do this"
"you know it's wrong"
"don't"
"just do it. it's not like they care much"
"just think about it. how much attention have you gotten around here?"
"does anyone ever bother about what you wanna say?"
looking out the window. the sky seemed so blue. the grass seemed more greener on the other end of the fence.
suddenly the whole view turned blur as droplets filled his eyes.
as time passed, as cars went by, he sat hugging his legs, staring out of the window, pondering upon his next move.
how would the world look on that side? would i find what i have been missing all these years? would someone pay more attention to me? how can someone actually smile so wide?
time stopped as he turned around and took a moment to stare at his badly and sloppily packed rugsack. it was stuffed with everything he needed, or at least he thought he needed. yesterday was the last straw. he couldn't bear it anymore. the hurt on the outside could be cured. but not even time could heal the wounds inside which tortured every second of his life. as time flew past, the wounds got infected. by hate. it crept, like nightfall....slowly but surely. his heart slowly became harder and harder.
the drops in his eyes wetted his cheek. it brought forth moisture to the pale and dry cheeks, like a creek flowing through a barren land. he waited and waited as the moon dimly lighted up the roads outside his house.
it was now or never.
silently he made his way downstairs and tip-toed across his garden. then he sprinted, as fast as his legs and knees could carry him, like an olympic runner, full of determination, but without the record breaking speed. he ran and ran. til he was out of breath. not a single backwards glance. aimless, pointless running. an unrelentless pursuit of nothing. he knew not what life has install for him, but he continued.
he could feel his innards coming out from his mouth as he stood on the cliff of nowhere. he looked down, down into darkness, a seemingly endless length that travelled downwards. the moon was now covered by clouds. his heart pumped like never before. he could even feel the blood travelling around his head.
he took a deep breath and let out the loudest scream he had ever done. frustration, anger, hate, dissatisfaction. arrrgggghhhhh..... he crumbled to his knees. his lips tasted the bitter soil that he stood upon a moment ago. tears poured forth like a tap that could not be turned off nicely. in the forest over the hills, only his wails could be heard. there was no echo to be heard, no owls hooting, no sound of nature. virtual silence. only the sounds of sadness and frustration.
silence. often we hear only the echoes of silence, in the midst of our screams.
who walks with us in the times of loneliness like this?