07 October 2015
I realize that I've been quite emotional this week for the reasons that I myself know not of.
There was a dove that fell into a bucket of black paint. She sank deep into the liquid. Her feathers were not waterproof hence they absorbed all the blackness that was there. This black paint apparently did not only change the colour of her feathers, but also her heart. The black dove now turned crude. She lost her self. She became a crow. She got confused of who she was.
One day, she wanted to regain her old self. She wanted to meet another bird who she thought would change her life. She waited for the bird in coldness. She sent a message in a bottle to let the other bird know that she was meeting him.
The other bird did not turn up. The black dove cried. Her tears washed away the blackness where the tears rolled down. The black dove was surprised. She realized that she would only gain her genteelness again once she got more sincere tears of love and sorrow to shower her.
She went home and wept. She collected her tears but this time, it did not wash the blackness away. She wondered why. Maybe she still needed the other bird to cry over her.
06 October 2015
These emotions in the title are not about the same issue. The former is about someone from the past and the latter is about someone in the present.
I should stop overthinking. Perhaps all that I think is nothing, and means nothing.