Art of letting go
Everything began all clear with no marks from the past, we started the story in a blank paper.
It started with the first word you wrote in the box. A greeting as a pioneer of our messy story.
Do you still remember how we created the giant pot of gold? I hope you are.
We started with black, plain and simple like how our friendship grows, it is well and normal. You did not mind what my life would be in five years and neither am I with what were your plans that day, because all we know is that we are plainly enjoying the conversation like everyone else.
Our friendship is growing so well, both of us are glad on creating good memories and laughing at each other's joke, it circulates very well like the red blood gushing through our veins, we know we are doing normal but not until the circulation continues to enter our hearts.
And the circulation continues, it flows from a simple joy to happiness. I can still remember your face, it was like a child who is excited for a glass of orange juice on a summertime under the sun. A burning desire for a glass of ice with fresh squeeze of enthusiasm. It was a non-stop chat even after the sun goes down. Your smile, your laugh, your stories, and the feeling of the synesthesia in every sweetest words you say, like how Mia was very happy seeing Mango's orange purr.
I became the happiest person in the world when I look up in the sky, my eyes were flashed by the yellow sun, it is all bright, like the splash of our plans in the future. The happiness is too overwhelming, we cannot hide our smiling faces when talking, the excitement to see each other, and the guilt that we are too far away from each other, as how we look at the sun that is too bright to see but too far to reach. However, I was still delightful to saw you looking on the bright side, and yes, you made me believed that we are maybe standing on a different ground but we are still looking at the same sun, and there is no impossibility for us to be together.
I never lose hope, looking at the sun made me feel more alive, it did made me strong day by day like how the sunlight making the plants look so green and strong. It is the photosynthesis helped me stand still to continuously fight, and that is likewise I noticed the same to you, without a doubt, you are really strong as a soldier.
Not until we faced huge wave of zombies, which ate all that green, strong and alive hearts of ours. It turned out surreal, it is all blue and unpredictable. I became exhausted but I tried to fight, I made myself believe that it was just a nightmare, that zombies were not real. I tried everything to survive, it is difficult because I want to return to the day when I saw your brightest smile. I want to wake up.
Then, the apocalypse came, the attacked was not just fantasy but it is a part of the reality. I saw your eyes changing into fading indigo. The sincerity was gone, the devotion to our future was not anymore in your heart, and everything started to feel dull. I didn't know what to do. I don't even know why that day happened. I do not even know why am I losing the paint of hope in my hand. I tried my best, I tried to give you a masterpiece, but you gave up and left without any clear away.
It was all clear and flowing, my heart went tired, my eyes went sweaty all day, and I tried to breathe without any air to inhale. I turned violet and expired. It was one of the hardest days of my life.
Afterwards, the colors were gone, they cannot be distinct from another, it was all mixed up and turned gray. The feelings were unknown, no happiness neither loneliness, it was neutral. I realized, you left me alone, You are gone. It's all done.
But, it is not yet the end, I need a remedy to wrap up the art attack and I found the solution by fixing myself. Cleaning all the mess, the medium used, the feelings, the mind, the heart, get a new blank paper and start all over again.
Hence, acceptance and letting go. :)
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