The JourneyThis is a journey. The journey of a smile forming on my face. The journey of sorrow that I embrace. The journey of a shattered heart. The journey that is torn apart. This is the journey, the journey of my life. I walked along the pavement crushed and bemused about the shocking events that took place in my life earlier. The toxic air that I breathed in suffocated me. In my attempts to swallow the aching cyst of those torturous days, the lump in my throat refused to move. My life had just begun as I stepped into the real world, still a baby gosling tackling life’s major problems. Mother Goose showed no signs of interest in this gosling’s life wThe Journey
The Four SeasonsThe chilly winter ice grasps every inch of my skin, clawing at it, causing it to change to the colour of a snowflake. The folds on my pale skin seem to represent every year, month and maybe every day of my life. I stare unknowingly into my reflection, in the empty brown eyes that once visualized the bright and green colours of a youth that I lose before time itself snatched it out of my hands. The confusion and difficulties of passing from season to season, stumbled upon me when I was just a seed. Sitting here in this urban hell, the sounds of Satan’s laughter echoes in my head, as if Lucifer himself is amused by the torture I have been forceThe Four Seasons
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Stupid happy people
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All good things will return
And so will I
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