you read about the suicide of a korean popstar. and you couldn't help but thought of committing too.
the words she had said echoed in your mind - resounding, reminding you again and again of the (shattered) dreams of a young woman.
"i want to make a debut as soon as possible. so that i can show my dad that this is a wonderful job."
you could relate to it on so many, many, many levels, and it just struck a chord somewhere deep inside of you.
ambitious and passionate, just like the big and wild dreams you have for yourself.
unfortunately, her precious life ended before she could do more wonderful things. but she has proved to you that she is strong enough - strong enough to hold on for twenty-eight years.
you couldn't help but heave a sigh of pity. this ambitious young woman had a lot in for her and you were sure she inspired many teenagers (most probably females) like you.
and so you reflect upon it. thinking about how her dreams were like yours. and how you wouldn't be able to accomplish them if you decided to leave this world.
you drew the parallels between your life and hers. and you hope - oh you so desperately hoped - that your tip won't come into contact with her tip at the end of her line.
∞
25/2/15
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black rose
Poésieblack rose - a symbol of bereavement and loss. yet it could also symbolise a new beginning. just like stories. an end of a chapter marks the beginning of a new one. a collection of poetry and short stories and drabbles © seaoffools; october 2014
