The Girl Beneath the Tree

Life has been so harsh on me these days. I feel so troubled with how things come to happen to me. I could even hardly find time for myself. My schedules suddenly changed affecting my routines and lifestyle. Until one night, as I was walking on my way home (as I used to do everytime I feel troubled -- my way of taking a moment), I saw a girl just at my age sitting at a rock beneath a tree. I wondered, why would a girl be there in such a dark, cold night? To my curiosity, I went to approach her. Before I was able to say a word, She looked up to me. And to my surprise, I found out that she was the lively performer (singer) at the bar where I went with my friends the other night. But the liveliness was gone... her eyes, they were as cold and dead as the night. So, I decided not to say a word and just sit beside her. It wasn't anything that I meant, I just felt like wanting to be there and sit in silence.

Sometimes, words wouldn't be enough to reach out. And that "sometimes" happened to me. I don't know if it was me trying to reach out to help her, or if it was me reaching out to her knowing I was also as dead (inside) as she was.

I was just reaching out...