Judging from how quiet it was, felt more like a bedtime to the whole universe. But to her mind, it was constantly visited by mess. In a world full of math, science, digits, and arrows her still vividly beating heart longed for poetry, art, stories, long manuscripts and heart-to-heart speeches.
She dreaded the modern world, with all its complications and stagnant rules that only brought distance and selfishness even to a point of inhumanity. She longed for an emotional state of a symphony with the surroundings, not only with humans but with nature, with the sound of a running river, the smell of cold air, the tweeting of morning birds, the view of colorful gardens. She needed to restore that sense of humanity that she misses so much.
She had recently noticed how people around her tended to vanish under the umbrella of “lack of time” or “having other responsibilities”, leaving her soul occasionally floating alone through the very dark and cold nights, screaming secretly for help and nostalgic as it can be for beautiful sceneries of home, kinder hearts, and loving grandmothers’ eyes.
Now her life has changed, she had to swallow her pain alone. Nobody cared enough to be there, Even though her vulnerable and weary-soul moments. Unlike many, she wasn’t looking for attention to feed on, all that she wanted was just to restore her faith in humanity. And lots of questions kept her from closing her sleepy eyes that night…
Did people take humanity for granted? Did life drain “the life” out of their hearts? Is there some kind of “humanity” remnants in those so-called human-beings? Or Did she lose hope?