MileCanvas

Beginning of summer
Students jump for joy
Exams are over
It’s time for celebration

Festive feeling lasts for weeks
And as weeks turn to months
Emptiness strikes

Pondering on activities to do
Whilst so many things still yet to do

Warmth of summer is fading away
Picture perfect memories began to dissolve
Pushed into the distant memory
At the back of our head
Time spent with close friends are rewinding
And our laughter echoes to the present

Fall is approaching
Green leaves slowly turn to earth colour
With the gust of wind
One by one
Leaves are shaken off
Blown away
Far, far from home

Leaves still intact in their branches rustle loudly
As if crying for those carried away
Whispering their good-byes
“be safe”
“’til we meet again”
“don’t forget us”

When I close my eyes
Our past time continue to replay itself
Everything so vivid, so intact
…so real
But as I reach my hands out to reach it
Everything fades
And I’m brought back to reality
Just like trying to catch the falling autumn leaves
Fragilely crumbling into dust
All that’s left are the image burned
Into the back of my eyelids

This is when winter chill creeps in
Numb feeling spreads throughout the body
As if the glum is not enough…



Loneliness
Emptiness
Silence




It pierces the heart and makes it scream
But it’s swallowed by the winter storm
I can only listen to the harsh whisper
Of the cold dreary winter

When the wind dies down and
The gently falling snow engulf everything
The twilight will bestow
A world painted white
Giving it a pure and beautiful edge

With this
I set my finishing touches for the year’s canvas
As a brand new white canvas is prepared
And granted at the end of the year
It is time to leave every dread of this year and end it
To start anew in the new canvas
Such that next year I can produce a far more beautiful painting

Let the darkness of winter
be followed by the glimmer of snow
when brilliant ray touches the white sheet in the morning
like touching a fresh blank canvas

I begin to stroke colours on various places
The air begun to warm up as grasses sprout
flowers blooms
animals wake up from their slumber
It’s time to wake up and start activities
Dancing together with the new life that springs, I welcome the cheerful spring

It’s another cycle, another part of life
This is my adventure
my canvas
my colours
my life
The painting collection shall go on, the writing shall continue

In the end, what will my gallery look like?