The Banners of Life

It was early spring and the brimming light splits drously through the old dun velvet curtain.The lilies on my yard started to bloom like my lurching heart.A slizzy cold wind that blows away my drought during a warm day calm my mind and it is a sanctuary to my rotten soul.There's a few things that color my life and spring time is definitely the time that somehow i feel more alive,a fresh start and hope .A second chance is never a bad thing.Well, y'all know a saying ''Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers''

The sun shine on the long white road that ribboned down the hill as i was walking and strollin' the seashore.When this bare feet of mine were worn and tired, i walk no more, not a footstep, not an inch.I fell down to the dampy wet sand that doesn't get enough of the sun rays or just wave over waves of water came crushing it. I look beside me and a flock of seagulls were hunting for earthworms, a clever birds they are but they don't belong anywhere else, they're scavengers like me. And on the other side, which i don't really give a damn on the first thought, were sandpipers. A patient bird waiting calmly for the rush waters to be still, waiting to ambush their prey.

I was such a loving man back then, a perfect gentleman is all i heard. A kind man,warm hearted and probably open minded enough that one woman asked ''Would you mind if i fart infront of you?''.But,being too good is a dangerous thing in world of sin.You gotta build up a strong fort to guard your heart from being corrupted. You see, when you're innocent you got something to lose and that's the radiant light of you, being a light to someone in the dark.When the heart is torn, when the mind is wearied and hope is a delusional sport, there's not much left that you can already lost.You see, i was broken, shattered into pieces that were shuffled away in every direction, i'm a scavenger. The once so kind and loving man is now gone. I tell you ''Too much beauty,it corrupt things''.

When the larks sing on my woods, i do not respond.When the flowers rose on my window, i ignore their beauty. I close my eyes and drum my ears, it is so much easier to look away and follow the shortest road. It is easy to give up, run and never to return. I have done that and made friendship with its kith and kin.Well, my love they do not bring me joy at all. I have found that i hop on the wrong carriages. So, i had decided to change my ride and take the road not taken, under the oath not to give up and swore to tidy the shadowed pool of my life. With a hope that i may meet another stranger sweet along the road, it will be so, it will be better so.