Then, I found myself sitting down at a nearby café. While I was enjoying every sip of a cappuccino, my eyes gaped on a pavement infront of me. Coffee drinkers alike are coming in and out of this busy café. Suddenly, my eyes halt on every dry crack that breaks wide open.
Dispirited ridge sprawled out long and time and again on this paved path. I can picture the strain of a growling earth. Its daily wear and tear shows its scars.
I can empathize the sting of such pain. In LIFE.
*Brought about by the condensing of the clouds.