Endowment.

Perched at the window,she looked out.Silence.Melancholy rocked her weak body.She shivered.Her futile attempts at fighting back loomed past her eyes.They watered.Zoombies of good memories plagued her conscience.She smiled...


Out through the window she looked. Sillhoutes of a couple making out at roadside disgusted her.She turned to look at the opposite side of the street.A kid was tottering behind his parents.His coggling amused her...a wave of jubliance showered her weak body...she felt youthful.


Her past years were typically montonous.Memories of her future years seemed so solid...so real,she almost believed that future has already mingled with her past,leaving behind corollaries of moments passed unlived, jokes dead before being said,and feelings slaughtered before being felt...she sighed.


Loneliness taught her to listen and reflect.To ponder over what's being heard and to ignore the clatter of everyday's life.She felt her presence nullified by an overhwhelming power to just sit back and reflect.Humility has ousted her pride.She felt vulnerable,yet overridden by a desire to shut up her demanding innerself and to prick her ears to the sound of those around,suffering...

This world puzzled her a big deal.It awed her how mothers can give so much and get nothing in return.It appalled her how people would strive to gain power,bear with ever so much bureaucracy and then forget all about their humble roots.It saddened her how passion can rip hearts apart and how misery has easily become the daily theme.It shocked her how forgetful people were,remembering God ONLY at moments of need and weakness.It was then that she turned up to look at the sky..

An equally lonely moon met her gaze.It was perfectly spherical with its outlines radiating a beautifully lineated rim of light.The moonlit street seemed to liven up at last.Bits of light shimmering outta that lunar disc,albeit being so little, illuminated just about everything underneath it.The welted leaves strewn across the parking lot somehow managed to look green and youthful.The sleeping beggar huddled at the dumpster shifted in his sleep,devouring the little bit of warmth the moon endowed him with.A travelling tribe spotted the moon,adjusted their route and chanted avidly with their voices infiltrating the thick curtains of darkness around them.Sensing the wave of swift change that has vibrated through the world,the moon purposefully looked forward to tomorrow, where it would sneak back to its hiding on the other side of the world,saving up a bit of the sun's energy,only to come back next night and wipe off some grief from the world.

She left her spot by the window and set off for the door,turned down the doorknob and stepped outside.It was daytime already.She was confident.She headed off to where she should have gone a long while ago...she felt relieved.