The sky was so blue, and the sun so bright, that an eternal summer seemed to reign over this prospect.
This summer that once used to call me is drenched with sorrow. It still calls me but I cannot go out. Going out seems like a dream now. Isn’t it?
The lovely sky is colored with blue, green, orchid etc., probably many more of them. The sweet breeze that flows, swinging those dark green leaves, still calls me to play. But I can not go. Isn’t it?
Sitting by my lonely window on a lonely evening, maybe I see some birds in the sky, the roads that once used to be filled with joy, glitter and colors, now stand alone, very lonely.
When it rains, I feel the sky cry. I hear the insects laugh at night. Maybe it’s their reunion. When the clouds pass by, I imagine to be sitting on them and watching the rest of the lonely places that once used to be crowded.
I have started observing things so closely, Who knows maybe I would never be able to see them again. I have started caring about others so much, Who knows maybe they would never meet again.
I have seen people crying at heartbreaks, but now I see people crying of loosing their lovers. I have seen children weeping when their mothers used to drop them at school, but now I see them numb because they don’t know what to do when they loose their mothers forever.
The world I am seeing now makes me think “WILL WE BE EVER FREE AGAIN?” Free to move, talk and smile? will we ever be free from the grief of loss? will I ever be able to reach out to the summer that calls me?