with tear-stricken cheeks and bloodshot eyes, she clutches onto the only thing she has of her possession now: an empty plastic sweet wrapper.
she looks up and is hit by the cacophony of noises that surround her; the quick heavy steps of tall, giant adults, the haggling of customers and sellers, the awful CD playing at a music fair echoing the atrium, the noisy slippings of plastic bags, the fights of utensils.
wanting to take a baby step forward, but she doesnt know where. every direction, every angle seems to be a new, daunting frontier. something she hasnt ventured. all form of familiarity has vanished and evaporated.
frantically but trying hard to contain her panic, she looks around for something that might trigger her memory. who was she, where was she, what should she do. with every unfamiliar moment, the levels of anxiety slowly, but steadily raises a notch.
the eyes of the strangers have a strange sense of deception, ones your mother told you to stay away from.
with streaks of perspiration forming in the lines and creases of her palms that clench the used sweet wrapper tightly, she shuts her eyes tight, hoping it is all but a nightmare. she knows she can take that step, but she just needs someone or something to give that assurance. is that still possible?
sensing that reality has decided to come to her door unannounced this time, she prays the world has a few more good Samaritans before she slowly opens her eyes again.
who are we in this world we belong in?Labels: jittery, ponder, random
