I can see myself running lost in an unfamiliar place, Strands of my hair, marginally covering both side-ends of my forehead and cheeks. I can feel my breath getting warmer as I pant and catch for air. My legs, they are sore. The silky feeling of my dress hugs around tightly around my body, and as I ran I can feel the wind, billowing the silk that its ends gently tickle both sides of my popliteal points. I managed to eventually slow down…and down... Until arching my back while panting was all I could manage to do.
The strong gush of wind vanished too. It was like it was running away with me, and stopped. The scratchy strands of long hair stayed back. My legs were numb as if I can’t feel its presence. As if I was floating. Next thing I know, I was in a world of chaos but everything seemed perfect. Streets were crammed with people, of men, women, and children. There was no sign of fuel-powered mediums. Everything was unending. They all seemed like there’s always tomorrow, that there’s always that strong power of gravity that could pull them up from the depths of death, that there is yet a lot of time to loose. Yet, I don’t’ understand. In the world I’ve known, everything must not be lost. A single gap of a second could mean money, life…power. Every grain of rice must be of importance like that of gold. Days must be pursued with satisfaction, and wishes must be granted as soon as possible. In the world I’ve known, everyday is the last day…
The strong gush of wind vanished too. It was like it was running away with me, and stopped. The scratchy strands of long hair stayed back. My legs were numb as if I can’t feel its presence. As if I was floating. Next thing I know, I was in a world of chaos but everything seemed perfect. Streets were crammed with people, of men, women, and children. There was no sign of fuel-powered mediums. Everything was unending. They all seemed like there’s always tomorrow, that there’s always that strong power of gravity that could pull them up from the depths of death, that there is yet a lot of time to loose. Yet, I don’t’ understand. In the world I’ve known, everything must not be lost. A single gap of a second could mean money, life…power. Every grain of rice must be of importance like that of gold. Days must be pursued with satisfaction, and wishes must be granted as soon as possible. In the world I’ve known, everyday is the last day…
(to be continued...)
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