Missing Realities

Drop of Water

It's been five hours, and everything is just starting to get clear.

In five hours, she never utters a single word. When you see her from the distance, you can see her looking at something.

Her eyes were wide open. Her brows slightly lifted, and her mouth was slightly open, and you will come to a conclusion that no- she is thinking.

But, what is she thinking? What makes her immerse herself in such deep thought?

However, these questions never come up to your mind. You never tried to stand in her feet and ask yourself, what do I feel every time I look like that? What am I thinking every time I carry such an expression? Do I feel happy? Sad? Confuse? Tired? Depressed...

It's been five hours, five hours of looking at a distance, back crouching, head facing left, and the hand doing minimal movements.

Did she never get tired? Or maybe she is, that's why.

You decided to approach her, and in every step, you take you started to see her face clearly.

First, as you lift your right foot forward, you notice that the mouth that slightly opens is actually searching for 'time'.

The time to be able to breathe again. A time to be able to take a break from everything. A time to catch up with everyone and the world. Thus, you started to think, and you realized that the time runs like a Fibonacci sequence.

Two, as your left foot touch the ground, you realized that those eyebrows that are slightly lifted are actually confused.

You realized that maybe she lived for how many years and now she reached the state of confusement.

Her life starts to get messy or maybe, she starts to realize that she does live in a complicated environment.

One last step and you can finally reach her. However, as you take a step, the wind started to blow and the sky starts getting darker.

You look at the sky, and you suddenly thought of something. If the rain fall, can I ever see her face? Can I look at it clearly?

You suddenly feel a drop of water touches your skin, tap, tap, tap.

You voluntarily blink once, twice, not letting the water enter your eyes. However, you saw a crystal clear drop of rain that seems slowly approaching, and that's when your facial expression starts to change. Your eyes get kinder, your brows relax, and a smile forms from your lips.

" I don't need to, for I am already looking at it now."

We sometimes never realized that how we see others is maybe just a reflection from a tiny drop of water, of our self.

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Authors Note:

Hi Everyone! I hope you are all doing fine. This is the first short story/realization publish in this book. Every thing written in here is merely the authors seasonal thoughts, and realizations about life. It doesn't want to trigger any unwanted emotions, but to make the reader or someone feel that there is always someone out there who can express, and understand what you feel.

Remember, "Life is bigger than your hypothalamus, so, get it!"
- Blue_airan