Amy’s Mind S-H-A-R-E

I’ve learned that knowledge does not make you smarter,

I’ve learned that money does not make you richer,

I’ve learned that sweet words does not make you likeable.

I’ve learned that being friendly does not make you nice,

I’ve learned that promises does not matter to you,

I’ve learned that saying sorry does not exist in your heart.

I’ve learned that age does not make you wiser,

I’ve learned that earning your own dough does not make you independent,

I’ve learned that being strong does not give you courage.

I’ve learned that a face is indeed a façade to the heart,

I’ve learned that trust is the hardest emotion to build but the easiest to destroy,

I’ve learned that nothing ever lasts…

The empty cloak,

Stands high above the ground,

Taunting the stationary floor.

You can’t touch me,

The cloak laughed out loud,

Shrill, piercing, laughter filled the air.

The floor remained motionless,

Quiet, resilient, unmoving amidst the mocking mirth,

Patiently waiting for the precise moment.

See me fly, waving my hands above you,

The cloak was shrouded in clouds of happiness & more,

Twirling & swaying with increased confidence, with each passing instant.

Still lying low, cool & collected,

Gleaming silently, reflecting the very image of the cloak,

High above the ground but soon, just that particular moment….

Whooshhhhhh….

Jerry dashed down the staircase,

Gulping down his milk while chewing on his cereals,

He was late for school.

The bus was here,

Jerry ran to grab his jacket,

Right next to the cloak.

Alas, in his haste & clumsy yank,

The jacket was off the hook, together with the cloak,

The cloak landed in a heap on the floor.

Nooooooooooooooooo,

This cannot be, I am not high up,

I cannot see the floor anymore.

The floor lay right where it was,

The moment have arrived,

All that rises, falls.

It’s a Saturday & I can’t freaking believe that I’m sitting patiently in front of a monitor, IN THE OFFICE!!!! Work, work, work…it’s so dull, especially on a Sat afternoon. I should be terrorizing the malls, sweeping my eyes across various objects of desire. Ah, the pleasure of window-shopping without actually jeopardizing my funds. Instead, I’m scrutinizing line after line of figures, my fingers constantly flying across the keyboard, trying to digest & understand the numbers in front of me. Sometimes, these numbers are just too much for my liking. It becomes quite monotonous, constantly trying to piece up information from these tiny dots. Oh gawd, I rather be vegging out in front a television, watching colourful images & figures…

Enough said, I’m going home!