She stood there by herself.
A fully blown handsome female. Hot tears streaming down her recently-tanned face. Years of her life passed by, as fast as those cars driving by, almost like a blur.
She was thoughtless, evicted of all feelings and emotions. Only memories drifted by, filling up her consciousness, smothering her very existence. Poignant memories, sour ones.
It's true that at blue times, bad memories are enthroned. They prevail and hoodwink you into believing that happiness is a rather a myth, and yet an ungraspable one.
Cars kept looming past, and I stood close by observing her.
Responsibilities piled up at her doorstep...everyday as they grew older, the burden of having to look after them and provide for them increased. Faith and strong will kept life rolling. But then she almost gave up...for at times like these, giving up is alluringly a sweet resort... a final painless one.
