Sea

Sea

'What do you expect? you are not living in heaven', That is the sentence, or perhaps.. excuse I said to myself whenever grieve pervaded into my life, and took away my gaiety.

Days were passing by..

Sadday.. 

Moanday.. 

Tearsday.. 

Wastedday.. 

Thirstday.. 

Frightday.. 

Shatterday..

As the sun born in the east, died in the west, and reincarnated continuously. I awoke from a long hibernation. I felt my head's been round and round. I messed up with my mind. Still, everything seemed to have changed to be somewhat tranquil. I am no longer capable of hearing her silence and gazing her absence. Nobody lingered on my lawn anymore.

I walked to the window, and found the sun shined brighter than ever. Then I sauntered around my backyard, gazing from my left shoulder, and found I was walking on a white sand. No, it was not white sand, it used to be a small pond.

I must have slept for years. In the pond, the sea had been evaporated, and there crystallized into some salt.

The sea might have dried, but it did not entirely vanished, it left a remain.

There is something I cannot let go.. something that I have to live with.

Now, what am I going to do with the salt?

Well, I can put it on my wound, or make it useful in my kitchen. The choice is mine.