Songs Of Psalmist (What Is My Purpose)

CHAPTER 2 (Feet & Hand)

"Boy! Boy! Where are you? Why did you leave me alone there?" Girl cried while running straight 'cross to that Forbidden Pass.

Imagine that you are running fast in a street, and you were all alone. In which as if you were being followed by someone or something at your back. And in which, the only thing in your mind is to get out fast, hoping that you'll see a familiar place when you reach the end. But in her case, there was no familiar street, nor hope of finding one also. The only thing she feels right now are those long green grasses, just those grasses, everywhere.

She can't feel anymore the itch in her tan skin hands and feet with every stroke of those stalks of grass. She can't even feel that some of her short dark strands of hair were caught with that strands of greens. Her morena face with its pinkish cheeks were covered with the water that fell from her brown round teary eyes. Her white shirt and brown short, which adds up her cute simplicity, were a lil bit torn from here and there. Even her tsinelas was ripped from the rush, thus, she's literally running now in her own two feet.

She was only running for her life, as if she was being chased by scary, dark, big dogs in a guard house. There was no turning back, no U turn.

"Waaah!" the poor lil girl shouted, closing her both hands in her both ears, as if she can hear unknown voices and growls already because of fear.

If you were claustrophobic, then for sure, you fainted already by this time. And if you were afraid of the dark, nyctophobic, then I'm sure, you're at that point of exhaustion already due to that excess use of your adrenaline.

The young girl's heart is beating so fast, beating her inside, with every beat of her steps. That with every breath she breathes, follows sobs and fear. Clogging her nose, gasping for air. She know not anymore the word courage in her vocabulary. It's as if there was no end to this miserable narratives, until...

A dim light from a distance was sighted.

"Help! Help!" Girl shouted. It's as if a spark of hope was lit in her teary eyes as it reflected the dim light in the distance. She then run faster than before, but she was taken aback as an eccentric feeling pierced her feet.

Have you tried walking in the mud with your bare foot while you were blindfolded? That's what she felt all of a sudden. As if she was walking on a maja blanca or a binalot or a floor of fresh grinned peanut butter.

Have you experienced that scene when it gets totally dark that your eyes can't see anything, but after a while, your eyes seems to adjust and you can now see? As her eyes gets accustomed with the dark, she heard squishy sounds with every step. She then now realized the sounds of water crashing and whooshing as if someone is throwing buckets of cola drinks all over.

It's weird that when you're empowered by emotional stress, you can't seem to realize your other senses. So, by now, her senses slowly picks up bits of details, due to that speckle of light that brought her hope.

She can now feel the gust of winds that blows her short hair and sort of wipes her tears away. She can now smell the saltiness of that atmosphere. She can now see that the ground she was standing was actually sands irrigated by the waters of a vast sea. A sea that she had never seen before.

Her mind was lost by the vastness of the sea reflecting the crimson sky for a time, but then, remembered the dim light, so she searched for that someone that might help her.

As she was about to run again to where the dim light is, she suddenly turned her head for she heard the sounds of steps of four feet rushing towards her from behind. Fear has quickly overcome her again. She feels as if her blood rises up abruptly. The same feeling as before. I will not reiterate the horrors she felt a while ago, for it will surely make you sadder than before.