One Word: Arrow

The arrow pierced his armor and into his heart. The world stood still at the time. It was not his physical heart that was bruised as much as it was his soul. The situation and the war, the loss of his beloved, the loss of his treasures are just the omen of a new one to come.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Having read the book "The Alchemist" I was reminded of the greatness of God. It was a gentle reminder also of looking for my dream and a great motivation in pursuing it. I admit, I had lost passion easily in all the things that I do, and now I seek it anew.

It was not a revival of hearts, but rather a soft push in the right direction that was needed.

Once again, the time to move is now. The tide is at hand, and the game is afoot ;-)

And to pursue it, I must.

OneWord: Microphone

The microphone losts its connection to the speaker. The blonde singer was shocked, no longer able to project her voice. The crowds were agitated. Then, in a just a moment, the lights were out and an unworldly shriek was heard. She was no more..

Moving on...

The young man looked at his empty pair of hands again. He sighed. He was depressed. Sadden by the state of things. It was too much. His mind ratted on...

"Stand Up! Move On! God is with you.." the voices in his mind and those of his friends kept him awake. People were walking about him. To and fro.Some stopped by to ask, to help. Some looked at him and walked on.

Sitting on the curb and feeling like your lost in the crowd. He thought again. And thought some more. He had a faint smile, probably a snigger at his thoughts. It was a mocking smile. He looked up, and he got up from his seat.

"Moving on eh?" asked his mind.

"Could you?" his heart responded.

He took the next step. Heavy and reluctant as it was. But things will now never be the same again. And he has to accept that. Losing something so close to his heart.....something he had to accept, no matter how hard it was.

OneWord: Orchid

The purple orchid was one of its kind. Green stems and purple petals adorned its stature. These were the prized possessions of the weird man. The one who keeps himself locked in his laboratory with all these purple orchids. None of it seemed to be found at wild or at captivity. Something is truly wrong with the picture.

Her

Her smiles are starting to hurt me deep on the inside. I can no longer see those eyes and hear those laughter. I can no longer be in places that were once memorable. And pain is such a constant companion. One that lingers on even when there is none left to feel. Is there not a sliver of hope? Is there not an ounce of trust?

Woe unto me, for I have been discouraged. Woe unto me for I have lost focus on that which I hold dear. Is there not a bond left that is worth more than what I ask for? Could I not be satisfied?

But the pain is ever present. The distant is not merely physical, for it has been emotional too.

Is it all lost in the winds? Is all left in the hands of Fate?

Can I not move on?

I guess, I am just afraid. Fearful that with each step forward, she would no longer smile. With each step, I would lose all thought of her smile, all hope for a friend, all understanding or memory of her. And yet, it became even harder, when she no longer extend her hands, no matter how callous it is...

One Word: Chase

Police stormed through the streets giving chase to the elusive thief. The phantom figure weaved through the crowd, down into a tunnel and escaped beyond the reach of the arms of the law.

One Word: Balm

The soothing balm could not heal her wounds. Tears roll down her cheeks as she stood there for a long time. Astounded and hurt deep withing the recesses of her heart. How could he? And yet he did...