‘What’s your greatest fear?‘, ask everyone who will eventually became one.
It’s been six years since I moved in to this imaginary lot in my head. Although it is small and rather deprived from the reality, lovely and lively is what I hope that it would be. Warm, bright and pretty, but more importantly.. full of giddy. Refreshing like a brisk of water in the summer, but soothing like the clouds that hanging above it. Relaxing at times, and hopefully keeping me alive if that day should come. I let the doorbell be my jam and my empty couch to be a safe haven should anyone ever came close enough to this living room – one that no longer has anything in it. Thus, tired barely expressed how I felt right now, as I freeze in the middle of it while watching everyone who care enough to came took every little bit of things from this room out through that door.
My pretty collection of little trinkets on that wall? They took it as if it was theirs to begin with. Some wear it proudly as a jewelry, while others keep it as a collection of their own and empty they left me. The fabrics? They’re gone, though I will never know why they need it because I have seen that it requires ten people to brought this beautiful – yet, unnecessarily heavy – carpet out of the house. The furniture? Well, what can I say, they probably are the most precious thing I own to be sold – though I get none. The pictures? They smashed it as if it was no longer an accident, even one that barely has their faces in it. The instrument? Who would have guess that somebody with that much of knowledge could turn a C on this instrument into a G#, while tuning all the other ones into a melody of despairs – one that everyone dread to hear.
I’d kicked everyone out of this living room in a heartbeat had they care enough to listened, but I would not have anything left to fight for – so, I closed my eyes long enough to wished that their path to this neighbourhood shall ends here.
The Loudest Backyard 