K.O.D

STOP ONE

- I hate you! She roared Three words only. Three simple words. And yet, they will ring bells in my head, the remnant of my silent life. I will always feel the pain, the disgust, the hatred those three words were enrobed with, especially because they came from the loved one. Many times, I returned to the Lake where they were spewed at me. I was not holding onto old memories. The bitter truth is, I couldn’t just let the grief go. It was the only pillar that remains after the flood crawled under the bridge. That Lake was the only witness of our love on the first sight, and remains the privileged taleteller of its demise. To it, I could bargain my shameful tears without shame. As an old confidante, it will blow solace to my chagrin using its waves, the wind, and birds chirping in a theatrical harmony.