This is just, This
By : Natasha
The sun shines through her window one morning, then the light falls playfully on her cheek, like dancing silhouette. All throughout last night, she holds on to the little warmth she has inside the blanket
from the cold thin air that consumes her. The world downstairs is busy and good enough to keep this ‘motor’ on going. The dead leaves are swept away from the greens, and with everything that is going
on, things and time froze her with dark hallucinations. But there is a glimpse of moment, or should we say a glitter of hope catches her thoughts saying, “Very soon, everything will be good.”
She gets up and gets ready for another exact same plain tasteless page of her life. She stretches with the very last crackings of her bone, faking herself as a passionate person to start the day but really all this, is just her holding on real tight to what’s there, after. So she goes out hoping to share smiles with cynics. Greetings start, which feel as if she were the grass that those bodies covered in uniforms steps and steps on.
As the soil dries up from last night’s heavy rain, her memories reminded her of the thought that anything could happen if we tried, and then it also comes back to her thoughts on thinking of
all the lies that we've been told. So she smiles, and kept smiling.
This hollow room, half decade spent selfless hallucinating in about the light at the end of the tunnel, what she’s been waiting for.
Again, Mr. teacher marks their height against the wall when what he doesn't see is the short has been tip toeing all this time and the tall has been bowing down. But she has chose to keep quiet maybe because its too late or it’s not worth it, it was never worth the chaotic mess. Just to gain their trust ; people from the past on the later days. The later days, the sparks ignites inside her again. Right now, she’s got nothing to lose but hope.
Here, she’d laugh about how the lives around her goes on, but right now her time is theirs. She’s buying some time to before the start starts and not to change. She remembers of one cloudy grey afternoon, standing in the middle of the infinite ground ,the wind was blowing so hard and it kept blowing but bravely she stood strong there. Everyone around her is constantly changing, friends. They go which way the wind blows, despite the fact that she and all of them were once together as raw elements. Now, It’s no secret she shuts them off - being a non contaminated creature. She is sorry for she doesn't want to lose her true self to what can’t bring true happiness. She knows happiness all too well as she doesn't know any happier episode when she has already had the happiest one.
Laughter, one of the very few things that proves staying isn't struggling, this helps her pass this path to the stairway - to heaven.
...........So she smiles.
The free writing topic above is written by one of my student NATASHA, Senior 2 Sekolah Djuwita Medan 2014/2015. Me ,my self post hers for finding that her work using my favorite writing style is quite satisfying. :)
