There she sat. The dark cloud surrounding her head, such that she can't see around her. She couldn't believe it. How could the dark cloud follow her, right into the sanctuary? She is about to leave. It's drizzling. She lingered, hoping the rain would stop. The more she stared at it, the heavier the rain got. She gave up trying to outlast the rain, opened her umbrella and stepped out. It started pouring heavily. Her shoes were flooded and she was half soaked, as if her umbrella was visible but non-existing. It didn't matter. After all besides the overcast sky, the dark cloud still follows her, even within the umbrella... What can she expect? She stood like a fool, in the rain, under her visible but seeminly non-existent umbrella, right beside the shelter of the bus stop. She stood, alone, with that dark cloud, clouding her mind, raining within her. Will she ever escape the dark cloud? And when she got on the bus, the weather changed. The rain immediately ceased to a drizzle, no longer being a nuisance to the rest. It seems as if she was the cause of the rain. As if all the rain wanted to do was to irritate her and add on to her burdens.
--Fern--
13:45 30Mar08
Since yesterday so emo-ed, so i shall put up an emo-ed piece of writing by Fern. I like Fern's writings so much that i'll just randomly post some of Fern's writings every now and then. People, do give me comments on Fern's writings, how you feel about it etc.
I'll prefer you writing in the comments under the individual posts, but if you rather the tagboard, fine with me. Just give feedback. becoz i've never really put other people's work on my blog.
I've specially put a catergory for Fern's writings.. so if you missed the previous few, you can click on the catergory search and read for youselves. yup.
btw, if you know Fern, pls dun say on my blog, becoz Fern told me that she dun want to be personally made known to the world.
hey! we can even discuss what Fern meant in her writings, under the comments sector though, pls. it's easier to keep track. XD
2 comments:
The angel fluttered her wings again, desperately trying to use them to dry the forlorn girl and also to shelter her from the downpour.
The umbrella was irritating; visible yet non-existent, as the girl called it. Yes, the angel nodded. It was also useless; a physical embodiment of that which is an illusion of care and concern but hardly helps.
The angel took a final swipe at the thundercloud.
~May 18, 2008 11:14 PM~
hello anonymous... can i know exactly who are you?? =)
~May 18, 2008 11:24 PM~
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