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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 12/01/2020
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall.
Born 2009, F, from Carmen de Viboral, ColombiaSitting on the edge of the waterfall, I contemplate the blue sky, which expanded to infinity, dotted by the occasional white cloud that crossed its path, with a sun that hugged you gently, thus, everything seemed perfect. It seemed like if it were never to get dark again, the light would be eternal and darkness would never reign. but it was not. common sense told us that in a short time the sky would bathe in red, orange and yellow tones, even pink, and then give. It happened at night, when silence reigned and only animals came out, who enjoyed the freedom that darkness gave them to explore a giant world, without the monsters of humans.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, she thought about everything she had left behind, her family, her parents, her mentors, the people who made her believe that anything was possible. Matt, her husband, the man who had gifted her happiness, that had made her feel loved, that had made her feel special, and above all, her son, that little green-eyed boy who made her find a purpose, to take care of him and give him love. how much she missed him, how much she missed him.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I reflect, on life, on death, What was life? A reflection of someone else's life? I would never know. What was death? A promotion to a Perfect life? The total extinction of body and soul? A mystery that would never be revealed? Another thing that I would never know.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I admire the space of the flowers, the green grass, the red roses, the purple violets, the lianas and the trees that were. definitely, I was in paradise.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, she imagined everyone she loved, her mother wondering why she had left while crying, her father shaking his head as he poured himself another drink, Matt explaining to his son that mom would never come back.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, she thought of all the things she had given up to get freedom.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I prepare her things to go home.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall.(Agata Montoya)
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I contemplate the blue sky, which expanded to infinity, dotted by the occasional white cloud that crossed its path, with a sun that hugged you gently, thus, everything seemed perfect. It seemed like if it were never to get dark again, the light would be eternal and darkness would never reign. but it was not. common sense told us that in a short time the sky would bathe in red, orange and yellow tones, even pink, and then give. It happened at night, when silence reigned and only animals came out, who enjoyed the freedom that darkness gave them to explore a giant world, without the monsters of humans.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, she thought about everything she had left behind, her family, her parents, her mentors, the people who made her believe that anything was possible. Matt, her husband, the man who had gifted her happiness, that had made her feel loved, that had made her feel special, and above all, her son, that little green-eyed boy who made her find a purpose, to take care of him and give him love. how much she missed him, how much she missed him.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I reflect, on life, on death, What was life? A reflection of someone else's life? I would never know. What was death? A promotion to a Perfect life? The total extinction of body and soul? A mystery that would never be revealed? Another thing that I would never know.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I admire the space of the flowers, the green grass, the red roses, the purple violets, the lianas and the trees that were. definitely, I was in paradise.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, she imagined everyone she loved, her mother wondering why she had left while crying, her father shaking his head as he poured himself another drink, Matt explaining to his son that mom would never come back.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, she thought of all the things she had given up to get freedom.
Sitting on the edge of the waterfall, I prepare her things to go home.
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