Aug 2020
Friday afternoon and the weather was so fine, pink "cotton-candy-like" clouds perfectly dispersed over the bluest sky above us.
Nothing but the whimsical tune of the wind, the melodic songs of the birds and the lost-like buzz of the bees succeeded to make us feel that we were already far from chaos, far from toxicities, and far from the nonsenses of the human world.
Tantalizing like her eyes, the oceans borrowed light from the disappearing Sun that it sparkled like a million of tiny floating diamonds.
Happy, careless and free, we wandered along the tall happy-waving grass and at the cliff-side of the mountain she stopped. She stood right in front of me, she was facing the whole city as the Sun lit her long and wavy hair that it amazingly turned into "pink-red with a few of orange" colour.
Out of her busy-ness staring at the mountain shaped like crocodile, I was there at her back picking some wild flowers while staring at her; smiling, secretly admiring her beauty, yearning I could somehow dive and let myself drown into the cascade of the mystery of her thoughts.
Feeling lost and overjoyed, I threw some of the wild flowers into the thin air and watched it slowly fell freely over the top of my head down into the lonely side of my left toe; it artistically scattered below me, mimes a lost treasure like a boxes of golden key.
Considering the fact that time isn't a friend, and I never really wanted to let go of that moment, I took a photograph of her- standing still with her head gazed up high, her hair's twirling along with the rhythm of the wind whilst her hands clenched unto the corners of her waist- where in that moment I thought would last forever, if only it would last forever, if only I could grasp that moment more longer, and longer, hoping it ends no more.
Nothing but the whimsical tune of the wind, the melodic songs of the birds and the lost-like buzz of the bees succeeded to make us feel that we were already far from chaos, far from toxicities, and far from the nonsenses of the human world.
Tantalizing like her eyes, the oceans borrowed light from the disappearing Sun that it sparkled like a million of tiny floating diamonds.
Happy, careless and free, we wandered along the tall happy-waving grass and at the cliff-side of the mountain she stopped. She stood right in front of me, she was facing the whole city as the Sun lit her long and wavy hair that it amazingly turned into "pink-red with a few of orange" colour.
Out of her busy-ness staring at the mountain shaped like crocodile, I was there at her back picking some wild flowers while staring at her; smiling, secretly admiring her beauty, yearning I could somehow dive and let myself drown into the cascade of the mystery of her thoughts.
Feeling lost and overjoyed, I threw some of the wild flowers into the thin air and watched it slowly fell freely over the top of my head down into the lonely side of my left toe; it artistically scattered below me, mimes a lost treasure like a boxes of golden key.
Considering the fact that time isn't a friend, and I never really wanted to let go of that moment, I took a photograph of her- standing still with her head gazed up high, her hair's twirling along with the rhythm of the wind whilst her hands clenched unto the corners of her waist- where in that moment I thought would last forever, if only it would last forever, if only I could grasp that moment more longer, and longer, hoping it ends no more.
