The Moon

A Lonely Fish

My head hurts!

My heart aches!

The path ahead is obscure. Shattered pieces of my dreams laugh at the futility of my effort. My wallet is starving and there’s a famine in my bank account. The innocent child-smile though still lingers happily on my face, perched to its favorite place.


Warns a hidden fear, as I tread past a graveyard of ambitious habits. Valiant, yet sloppy, they met their end.

Where am I walking ? Crawling perhaps, in this dark alley, with only an aloof moon to give me company ?

Hunger knocks at my door.

I start to feel the faint tap.. tap.. of my heart against my chest, like a prisoner trapped in a coffin for eternity.

I looked up..

…… The Moon

[A page from my diary. It may be continued]


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