While I was sitting around finishing my poetry, disassociating and drifting out because I had already felt the want to sleep, I was startled awake by a flock of birds flying forwards from behind me.
I stood up and looked behind as I had worried that the girl might've awakened to the noise of the flaps and chirps the flock had caused so, but to my fortune, she wasn't.
I looked at the tent with the lamplight that had shone atop all else around it, except for the moon, and I felt at ease knowing I had a company to be with and to experience what I felt in here where no lurks of civilization have ever touched it, maybe for me, I was the first one.
But it still daunts me that I've never regarded someone to be a friend in my life since everyone and everything is too temporary to live by.
Was the world designed this way? I don't know as well...
For all I know, the same people we've been with since our childhood are not the same people we see when we grow up. It's hard to live by trusting a friend that gets lost in the way once our paths have diverged. I, myself, envy people who've had somebody that could last an entire lifetime with them.
It has somehow saddened me in a way that all good things must come to an end, and so I had no other choice but to live with it...
YOU ARE READING
Under the Moonlight
Short StoryWould you believe me if I said I met a girl in the mountains years ago? As if anyone would! I find it difficult when folks refuse to believe the extraordinary, usually because they are too accustomed to the mundane. But, in any case, I don't seek to...
