Alone

Sometimes, I can't help but feel... so alone in this mess. So isolated and secluded from reality, from people. I seem to be spontaneously hyperactive, but what truth lies beneath this cheerful facade? Sometimes I feel really tired... I try my best to energise the atmosphere, only to be unappreciated by others. I am really scared... scared of being alone... so much so that I feel lost when I am not around people. Ironically, I do not especially enjoy rubbing shoulders with the crowd on festive occasions. I hate being alone and left away to decay and let negativities creep into me. But it happens, and people do not know. I try my best to be friendly with everyone, but oft'n I do not receive the treatment I feel I should get. I feel so insecure. Nothing seems to hold for me anymore. And it pains me to my damned soul, that I should be allowed to exist on earth like a singular entity, eternally living in this eternal gloaming.

Fields and Flowers

The gardener walked around, and wheeled his barrow about, digging and spading, planting and seeding, going about his daily work. Then a sprinkle of prismatic raindrops came down on the earth. And all the gardener could do was to stand in awe in the dance of the drizzle, for it was nothing he had ever seen before. And before his eyes was an entire vision of vast fields and flowers that stretched for miles and miles. All he could do was to smile.