Tuesday, March 14, 2006

A Walk To Remember

After my run the day before yesterday, I walked down the park towards home. It was pretty beautiful at first sight, seeing how the foliage and nature has contributed to this word called Beauty. Being a fervent believer in fresh air, I naturally enjoyed myself, despite being pretty light-headed after the dreadful run. Dreadful, but necessary.

After brief seconds into enjoying my walk back, I was struck by a somewhat rude shock. Something seemed to hit me like right inside my chest, and from that minute onwards, everything I saw seemed to be different. Different, but real.

It was frightening how I began to see everything around me as dead objects, especially the leaves on the floor and trees that loomed around me. I saw them as dead objects, and the ominous feeling was overwhelming I felt like running away at that moment, but curiousity got the better of me. I walked on, deep in thought, and felt the deathness creep into me. I couldn't say no, because I was already damned tired, and I just submitted to it without a fight. Fear, but truth.

I knew it was just but the hypersensitive side of me, but the moment was truly memorable I would say. I was wondering to myself how this was actually no different from a war scene, filled with death bodies, crying people. To me, the leaves were no more than dead leaves, and trees were drying up and crinkling to a point they seemed to be hanging down, asking me for help. Loom, but reality.

posted@10:58 AM

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