Getting old. Some people try hard not to be there. Time slows down, worries faded, and expectation is lesser by a second. To me, it is all said in her face. Where hopes lost, given, taken and return. All the wrinkles crafted her time, longed for an answer to a mystery. Mystery of life.
Are you there
when life drew a color to your heart
putting up sunshine to your smile
created rainbow in your footsteps
Are you here
when life blacken your dream with reality
and hope was taken before you
watched you grew a thick line of desperation
She walked slowly past me. Gazed beyond the afternoon sky, the crowd and myself. Maybe I knew her. or my face reminded of her past. The past she once hold so proud of. And just when you thought your life is a beautiful mistake, remind yourself to take a glimpse look when the future grasp slowly of your beautiful past.
Photo was taken by @anovmoustache at Kota Tua.