The Lonely Grass

The Lonely Grass

I always lacked the eloquence of speaking my emotions and find myself writing it down ever since i was a kid.When I am mad,i just kept it inside and write it down on a dry leaf and burn it after and my unwanted emotions burned with it.But i know it is fake trick to trick myself.I watched the woods,heard the suffering crickets,the dark butterflies resting on dead branches,wished to an ugly bird and my father died.Do not fear the dark,fear your mind for your mind fabricates fear and your mind fabricates love.

Once there was a lonely grass,trapped in a garden of pretty flowers.Everyday the grass lives a life without life,feeling as small as an ant,as unwanted as a scrap,as lonely as a lone bird.The grass watched the flowers bloomed and watched the butterflies adore them with joy like a lost lion in a desert and found a brook.The lonely grass closed its eyes and open it,close and open it,close and open,closed and opened and her eyes were alone.Everyday is just burning the eyes in the pigment of the sun.Like the leaves are gray and they have nothing more to say like a crowded castle of dark flowers while a mute was shouting in the crowd of deaf.

One morning,there was a bird who walked on her path and watched the grass.Then there were energies,lovely energies and the joy concealed was unchained.Flabbergasted!Yes flabbergasted.The grass was very very happy to finally watched someones eyes glanced at her.Like she was very perfect,like she was like the pretty flowers and like she was a human.The bird and the grass.The grass was no longer captivated by melancholy and everyday she lived expecting to see the bird and be alive.The grass asked the sky ”Is this love?Is this love?Oh!Great it is!”.The dead leaves sing and the old trees smiled at her.There were no longer raucous laugh of the heavy wind.Everything was like a beautiful fairy tale wherein the imaginations,the wishful thinking,the hopeful mind are what makes an alien world a home.

Everything was perfect.Perfect and evanescent.The endings of our stories does not always happened on how we want to be.The bird waved the grass an odd smile and the grass was depressed by the sudden realization that she really do not know him.Birds are meant for birds and birds are meant to fly.Then taciturn became her world again ,left with a single shadow and with the pretty flowers.”Oh so sad!Oh so sad!”and she was living the sun with unhealthy existence.She was awake and was alone,alone and alone.All the pretty flowers were dried and dead,but she was there standing for she is a grass”Kill me!Kill me!for a grass like me also smells death.”And there was a good hand of a human saved her.Save her?No! because a grass is nothing but a grass and does not belongs to the garden of flowers.She was dumped in an abandoned place.”Yes I will be free”she told herself,but the heavy rain pushed her down to the land then there was the raucous sound of the wind.The grass is not gone,the grass is not dead.

She wonders why did she survived,she wanted to die and be free.The grass asked everyday,day after day after day after day.She was starting to feel home and yet the new place she lived turned into a crowded place where heavy footsteps and heavy debris pushed her everyday.The new place was totally still an alien to her.It was one night,with the lovely skies and the constellations,she was just watching in pain and still dreams to have freedom.She can’t help but cry in pain.Then there was a sound,a voice,someone speaking softly in comfort and she looked up.It was the moon.The moon who watched over her from her very first day of existence.The moon told her something she never realized because she was very blinded by hatred and by the sadness of not ending her life.It was a beautiful reality that everyone and every wounded heart and soul should hear.The moon was the only one who told her that and she lived

Everyday was just the same,the pain she felt in the heavy footsteps was slowly making her insane.She wanted to live for whatever the moon told her but she can’t move herself and saved.Now that she wanted to live,she was also making her freedom came true.The irony of life that makes itself the subject of stupidity and sweet torment.The metaphor of everything that hides all the intentions of emotions.She fell in love with sorrows and contented with the dark shadows of it,but now that she wanted to live,she died.She died and no one will ever know what the moon told her that changed her perception of existence and once saved her life.