The feelings of sharpness, jealousy. Anger.

My heart turned sour.



Warm tears pricked my eyes and for a moment, the world around me had muted out and dissolved into a vague, blurry mess. Time had suddenly seemed to come to a stand still.

Only the small wooden clock, true to its time, stayed ticking solemnly on the wall.

I couldn't believe what was in front of my eyes.

Blink once.

My eyelids felt heavy, the tears threatened to spill out.

Thoughts rushed through my head, from 1 year ago, from 3 years ago, from 5 years ago.
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Passionate, flowery, sad and bitter-sweet.

I really wanted to go up to embrace these thoughts, but I felt a stronge urge to stay guarded in my roots.

Stay to your roots, girl. Stay to your roots. Never sway.

Come one step further and I'll give a five across your eyes.

My heart has dipped into a bowl of warm sea water and it just wants to stay there forever.

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