The life that was and the one that is
The lone figure sat idly in the café, a loaf of white bread laid haphazardly on the table in front along with a jar of half used peanut butter. As he quickly browse through the ads in the classifieds section, a flash of past memories whipped him out of reality… “How did it become like this?”
In another place, a world that is lost forever, is his childhood figure fishing frogs from the deep ponds of rice fields; bunch of laughter and giggles with each fat catch. Spring nights underneath the moonlit sky jumping along with the swarms of frogs during hi time mating season… croaking in unison.
He shook his head to clear the thought, for such thoughts will weaken him and disabling him from functioning. He knows that it can never return because of the advancement of technologies. Gone are the horse and cow manures laid before the water pumped into the rice field, replaced by chemical nutrients that makes the rice grow. Frogs no longer dwell in the water and the mating season has disappeared… along with other natural phenomenon.
Not that he likes to drift, but what's one to do, when the home he wishes to return to is no longer there.
Who to share the longing with, when those surrounding you has never experienced that life.
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