It was a cold shabby path. People walk and never look back. Swiftly passes through the muddy ground. Leaving footsteps on the melted snow. Passer by weren't aware of what is revolving through... I stop and stare as the flowers bloom through the ancient tree .pink and it somewhat bring the sense of satisfaction and petty hope for us all. I walk through it again. The flowers were all Flowing in the wind ..settling down on the green long grasses,lying down fresh and all velvety on my feet. . I passed through. The next time, the Sakura were all soggy and wet... The trees began to bald itself and the flowers begin to disappear ...my petty little flowers. My heart sunk with them. Its winter again for me..it made me ponder ... All has been passing through us as we were so hectic n busy and has no time to keep in touch with ourselves...
Have I been someone else all these while? When can I actually be who I wanna be? Those smiles aren't they real ? Or they truly are but aren't belonging to me? I sensed guilt. Regret beyond compare...what can I do to find myself back? Who am I to do such request? Who am I?
