Today she bows before him while the curtain is being pulled down. She tried to shake off her frustrations and disappointments that she kept to herself. But she still can't seem to put it into words. It was lame of her just to sit still and watch the others do their own thing while she listens and bear the pain of what he had to say. Perhaps she says there is no way of giving sense to a closed mind. She just shrugs off her shoulder and let the moment drift away. And so the curtains fell down...Maybe this is another chapter of the story of her life for had they been of her, no doubt they would have continued with her. But the previous days that passed by, the weather seemed hazier and gloomier than ever. His part in her story is over and she just have to cut the strings short. Just like what Serge said..."A twist of fate and then a spot of gold out on the rainbow's end."
There is only one person who can raise the dead and she has got to know when its dead...when its over. It has been quite a struggle and she somehow believes that whatever GOD means for her, he'll give it to her and if it takes too much sweat, she doesn't need it. If she holds on to that thing that doesn't belong and was never intended to her, she has to loosen her grip and let go.
With this in mind, she then turns around and speaks no more. It has been a tiring day and a vicious cycle for her. Her anguish cannot be heard for no one can understand and no one will ever listen. She will try to take it one day at a time. She will try to perform another theatrical act for her audience. She may close her eyes to the things she doesn't want to see, her ears to the things she doesn't want to hear but she can't close her heart to the things she doesn't want to feel.
In so doing, she hopes she can erase whatever it is that she will leave behind and eventually welcome tomorrow with open arms and open heart. This she knows that someday she will find her own rainbow's end.
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