It’s a long, unforgiving road.

The glaring sun is making me see blurred, false visions.

The scorching ground is burning my senses.

No winds to alleviate the burns. No rain to give a momentary relief.

No water to keep life going.

The will to live is achingly strong despite the discouraging conditions.

It’s because amidst this tiring journey that can cost my life

I see you in the end.

Waiting.

I struggle to walk, my energy draining.

Hoping that by the time I reach you, I can finally give up.

Faint, and fall, and I hope not straight to the ground.

Catch me.

Story : An image suddenly popped out from my mind on a Monday afternoon. It was a girl, getting tired with her endless walk, and as she sees the guy, she faints in his arms. It was very dramatic, in slow motion, and in sepia. I felt a surge of emotions rush from me. It felt sad. Melancholic. Painful. Despite the harsh realities of life, despite the cynicisms that we have adapted because of things that happen in our lives, one cannot deny that we truly wish that there was someone who’d catch us. Who we can surrender to.