under a tree.

she dressed herself up and walked and walked...
and she came to a bench under a tree and so she sat down.
watching some people passing by, 
she could almost feel the flow of time passing through her toes quietly.
after staring at the shadow of the tree on the ground for a while,
she looked at the clock in the phone and suddenly felt lost about what to do next.
she checked her contact list in the phone and not sure who she could/should call.

she hoped, at least, it was an apple tree where she was sitting under.
maybe an apple tree could be much more inspiring.

but the reality is, whether you like it or not.
it's not an apple tree.

ok. it's irrelevant.

1 comment:

steph said...

becoming a writer?