I am a vacant lot. Inside, you can find nothing but “Dust”.
Unfortunately, I had an almost dying tree, leaves and weeds before but
something happened during the past months. I was almost killed and abandoned by my
previous owner. My walls are made of granite and it is huge and high so that no
people would be able to enter me. The deafening silence on my background became
natural as the breathing of the almost dying trees. The withered leaves were blown
away by the strong gust of summer wind. The overwhelming smell of earth crust
was the scent which I came to love. The sound of the cracking branches of trees
became the music of my everyday dull life… until… this person came.
Let me tell you my tragic story. Continue reading if you
want to know. Ignore this if you’re not interested. I don’t care anymore
because I have nothing to lose this time. I am naked and vulnerable to every
thing but no thing could ruin me more because my current situation is the
definition of “Ruined”.
It was a sunny day and the usual tremendous heat of the sun
hit us hard. The almost dying tree cried out loud and my weeds were getting
helpless. The wall which protected me from intruders was so colorless and it
mirrored aging in an ugly way. I sighed, the almost dying tree sighed, my weeds
sighed.
And then, in an unexpected moment we felt the presence of
somebody who was trying to climb the wall. The almost dying tree squealed in
excitement and my weeds became excited and curious… but I became nervous.
“What is this person trying to do?” I asked myself.
The person courageously climbed up the wall and confidently
jumped inside me. It was a “man”. We were all mesmerized by his appearance but
slowly, I got scared. And I thought he was going to turn his way back home but
he didn’t. Instead, he described the place… he described us as something very
interesting, something new…
He swept the ground under the heat of the furious summer
sun. He didn’t care about the overflowing sweat on his face and his body… he
continued with his task. He pulled out all the dried weeds and replaced them
with Bermuda grass. He threw away all the trash. He watered the whole land and
finally he planted some flower seeds.
Every day, he will visit the place where he planted the seed
and watered and talked to them naturally. Every day, everyday… he was always
there. He shared to us his happiness, dreams, secrets, worries and problems.
Whenever he talked to us, we feel very happy. It felt like
he’s watering our non-existing heart. He
made us happy. He made us feel like we do have a worth in this “unfair” world,
and that it was possible for us to feel
this kind of emotion.
And then, we felt the “need”. The “need” to be with him all
the time. The “need” to know him more… know him better. The “need” to hear his
voice every second.
One day, he finally
saw the fruit of his efforts… one flower appeared which seemed to be blooming.
He talked to it and prayed to God to protect the flower until it finally
bloomed.
When the flower bloomed, his joy was beyond words. He
couldn’t express his happiness… it was more than doubled when the other flowers
bloomed too. The place suddenly became lively, with vivid colors of different
flowers. And every day, he would look for the flowers and tend on them… he did
this task for quite a long time… until he became tired of it… he had enough.
Every day became thrice a week which became twice a week…
once a week, twice a month, once a month… and then… he came one day. When we
saw his face and started talking… we thought “Oh, this is the end of the fairy
tale.” He was carrying a huge garden scissors. Without warning, he cut all the
flowers and threw them away. He cut down the trees. He was madly tarnishing the
garden he worked so hard for… until he said out loud “I had enough of your pure
beauty! I wanted something new and I found the place somewhere far away from
here… I will leave now and never come back… don’t wait for me… and don’t expect
me to come here again. This is the end. Goodbye.”
A huge hurricane came and it washed all the debris left by
him. The sun came and dried me. Since that day, I became a vacant lot for the
second time… my situation became worse than the first one. At least back then,
I had weeds and dying trees… but he left me with nothing. Nothing but
dry land… I can only hear the air and I can only smell the earth… I feel like
dying… the huge wall I had… I made it higher than before and I now have a roof
so that no person will be able to jump from there. I don’t want to experience
the feeling of being abandoned for the second time. After making me feel that the world is indeed
beautiful… he left me with this huge scar on my soul… which will remind me that
“I am abandoned”.
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The Inspiration:
Depression. Frustration.
