I stepped in. Yellow greeted me. I came to see them. But It was just different. Yellow was everywhere I could imagine ... around them, around me. Yellow was merry ~ common, yet extraordinary ... plain, yet exquisite ... so near yet untouchable ...
I saw them. They looked just like I left them before. I looked at them again, one after the other and I touched them. I have missed them both so very much, every day of my life, And I cried as hard as I did two years ago, that very evening. In the yellowness of everything, I held dear to me the piece I wanted to give them ~ the only piece that I could ever give. That was my promise.
They waited for me, that I was sure. They knew I was coming. They were with me ... next to me ... Everything smelled of yellow, just as every step was yellow. Yellow witnessed everything, all that I wanted to tell them. Yellow also understood my leaving that day. I looked back. I saw yellow.
Yellow smiled at me ... Just as I knew they did too ...
I saw them. They looked just like I left them before. I looked at them again, one after the other and I touched them. I have missed them both so very much, every day of my life, And I cried as hard as I did two years ago, that very evening. In the yellowness of everything, I held dear to me the piece I wanted to give them ~ the only piece that I could ever give. That was my promise.
They waited for me, that I was sure. They knew I was coming. They were with me ... next to me ... Everything smelled of yellow, just as every step was yellow. Yellow witnessed everything, all that I wanted to tell them. Yellow also understood my leaving that day. I looked back. I saw yellow.
Yellow smiled at me ... Just as I knew they did too ...
1 comment:
Hey there,
It's really good to hear from you again. I'm glad that you like what I've written. Nah, I am not a writer. The blogs that i put in here are just some accounts of personal self reflections of things that I do and interesting charcters that I've met for the day.
Just like "Yellow & I" - it is one blog that can never capture what I really want to say. Well, you are right in the sense that, yellow does represent someone and something - of which both are especially special & meaningful to me :) I don't think I can ever pen something that is too metaphoric to be understood, hehehehe ... not as creative mate!
And the language that I occasionally use is the Malay language. It's the national language of Malaysia, and also my mother tongue. English is my second language.
So, see ya later.
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