Burning Village

I watched, through a moving picture, as a village came closer and closer to my view.

The village was engulfed with orange flames, and I can see it burn slowly from a distance. A sense of hope emerged undetected in me, a hope of escape. A hope of all that was haunting me from that village is gone now, all that weight that I couldn't bare nor face.

I instantly felt a sharp jab of guilt stab into my heart, even though the hope of escape was blissful, I still did love that village and it's people. I do appreciate the nurturing it gave me. I do thank for creating who I am.

But still, I felt I have moved on, forgetting all those deeds, hoping I could repay them through helping the rest of the world. The stab of guilt was not enough to break through my forgetting black heart.

This is my reality. I have left what created and evolved me, and I have had no choice but to do so. To follow my heart, is a hard task to do.

As I approached closer to the burning village, I realised it was indeed alight, but minus the burning. My hope was gone, and I knew I had to face it now.

Face it now, or never in this life.