She found herself in the middle of the woods. The trees are making a strange whooping sound as it dance violently with the wind. She shuddered as fear enveloped her being. She cried for help. She screamed her heart out. But it only echoed back to her.
Perching on the root of the tree, she held her knees in defeat and she whispered to the wind, “What’s the point of screaming? No one’s listening, anyway”.
Hi everyone! Yes, that’s me! Jenny.
So, expect that you will see a lot of me today. Well, I just finished my own “selca” moments. Selca is a short term for Self Camera. Using my one year old, very reliable phone’s front camera, I created a masterpiece. I call it “Puppy-eyed” look.
Bye la everyone! kekeke ツ
Thousand miles apart,
See you in my dreams tonight.
Dreams, I’ll try to catch.
My two minute Haiku. Pretty fast, aint I?
There was once a prince who tries to win the heart of a beautiful maiden by giving her gifts. Despite his attempts, the maiden continues to refuse the prince, and so he pierces himself through the heart – the heart having been formed with the discarded petals, the knife with the green stamen. Thus, the Bleeding Heart Flower.
How many of us have had our hearts broken? Perhaps, all men. Like this perennial flower, all of us have a bleeding heart.