I am a Solitary Ghost

I woke up late again today. I felt a slight headache on my right temple, and my stomach was grumbling. I looked at my clock, it was 11:45AM. I took a deep breath and got up from my "over-warmed" bed. I turned on the TV to watch a noontime news, what else will I expect but the worst. Inflation rates and the like, I don't want to elaborate. They made my head and stomach ache worse. Then I decided to stand up and look at the door. This door leads a way out to the front terrace of my room. It's an empty terrace, I used it for hanging my laundry to dry.

This terrace has been a silent witness of what has been happening inside my room. When I was younger, it was filled with plants. Now it's barren, as solitary as a soul I am.


I took some pictures of it now.... and I realized how awful it has turned out after so many years. It looked like a prison and I am the prisoner. Like I've been prisoned here for a long time.


Alone as I have been. Barren as this terrace as it has been, I know that being solitary doesn't always mean being lonely. I have lived a life in bliss and sorrow. But the choice is always mine. Why not take the "2 plants" that I redefined as symbols of new life, hope and love in my terrace? That will make it more lively and less barren. I'll take that option for consideration. :-)