THE TASTE OF SOLITUDE

ies of my grandmom dash out from my head and indeed I became solitary, lonely and felt like I was in exile. Tears broke a thousand-times down my cheeks which had become a waterfall of broken tear d

e grave, a cement block on it that read her name and the years that she had lived for, I only remembered that I loved her more when I let her go, stirring at the ceiling in the dark, I felt guilt and torture. Lonely, but this was my moment of silence. I was also learning that it is better to spe

h, I felt there was more to do. I went out to an agriculturist that day, but someone may ask where was Trace and Steve. Just that on that day, they just gave me space in respect to my loss and grief. I went hard and wild on myself, picked some lilies from the agriculturist for a cheap price, I first of all went to my old family house, I walked around slowly and the memories came back around me, my hands started sweating and I began hearing a church bell. It rang for two time

wo sets like a new pack set of pecks, in a white collage cased in a glass picture album. I gazed at the picture as it was the most reckonable and priceless treasure that could make me to always remember what her face looked like. Of course, she could see very well and as at that time she was just in her late 50's. Everything in me was just on a standstill, my ears, eyes and even all my sense organs stirring at the picture lost fully., and eventually I could not even recall how old I was at the time. My facetime was in a mix of surprise, joy, trepidation and grief. I was in mixed feelings. I just stood there with a shut jaw, no backwards or forward for more th

ally loud manner, it said I am with you, Child. It sounded like her, sure it was her. I felt so embraced and with the guts craving in me I meditated and prayed for a bit a long time while I plucked a few flowers on her grave, I planted the lilies on her graveside. They stood to me that she still represented something deep in my heart and I was never willing to let go, it was a strong driving instinct in me. I was on my knees so I got up, kissed the tombstone, and I muttered

nt that I could not forget, of course the whole moment of silence thing was like a pray and fast and it is now that I could take my rest. The moment was over and I was ready to move on with my life but not for good, I would still be making out time to come pay my loving mem

uisitive, as damn hell I though he would. But for this girl, Tess baby! I was sure in the mood but all those questions fell on deaf ears, I