Monday, May 19, 2008
Going down, deep in a hollow of a house that served as the potter of my fragile demeanor, there lived a set of a family, which I am included. The insides turned into a dark shadow-like alley without any reflections of a wide wonder. I saw a province, filled with lush and poor green as I went outside, in an unfortunate city. I was searching for someone, a helper and asked my sister. She didn't know. As I wildly respired, I was exposed to an uttermost frame of relatively and extraordinarily tall bamboo trees. Everything around me are bamboos, no way out. On the fresh ground of soil, the brown was covered with the combination of both dried and green bamboo leaves. I was not able to react, I felt fear and apathy in its same season.
I went inside as I stopped searching for no apparent justification. The house was only me and my sister with its dark shadow-like alley appearance it always had and it always never had. I ran and walked until I saw my sister. I went outside and saw the earth without an inner apparition with its black and brown filth all over me. I saw the streets grew weak as people walk casually and I began to wander with my mind alongside an elevated pavement. I forgot about my family and everything and I shared my sanity with my delirium. In my helter-skelter, I realized. I was too immature for the bleeding sonnet of the world.
Labels: Facing Inner Views
Erika Ruiz
