Layers Of An Onion

I was sitting down at the beach

By a shallow bushy tree

Depending on it to support my body weight

Hoping that it’s roots are stronger to keep the stalk strong behind my spine

The bright afternoon sun shone brightfully as it always does lately;

Accompanied by the strong wind and the assured waves that gushes in

As I sat there and observe –

Doing the kind of thing I did best

3 Indonesians were sitting to my east, enjoying life and all

It’s not enjoying, however

It’s not enjoying if what you did for life was just your routines

And yet you are strangled with financial needs

To my right sat a young Indonesian couple; probably college students

They seemed happy; or at least that’s how their looks told me

Who knows what personal struggles they were in

Unless they shead a tear in their silence afar

I let my feet sank into the deep white sand as I let my thoughts wander

I was thinking of a refuge if a disaster strikes – literally and not literally

I was thinking of a future I would have if anything of the past life had been different

I was thinking of an independent life that will soon come

I got up and walked fast unto the waves; greeting it as if I was to play like I used to when I was young

With the all expectations people withold around me

And the thoughts of “I want to grow up fast!” when I was younger,

I hold my lust of doing whatever I would do when I was young.

Maybe, it wasn’t just them who lived inside their routines

Maybe, it wasn’t just them who looked like they’re happy outside

These thoughts led me to another thought of my realization that for once,

I am, too, caught up in those layers of an onion.

Monday, June 8th 2015 –red