Here I am.
I'm at a place where I have always dreamt about.
I'm at a place where I can hear even the slightest rustle of worms moving inside the ground.
I like this peace.
I like the fresh air flavored with never ending freedom.
I like the way I can just stare into the world as long as I can without growing tired.
I like how I can hear birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind, and the breeze that seemed to touch my face.
Every time someone walks past me the first thing they know is my name.
I never knew that so many people will and get to know my name just by looking at me once.
It's somehow a heartwarming feeling...I can't explain it.
I used to be nobody, but now everybody looks at me as if flowers were glooming out of me.
I always smile up at people passing by, but they never smile back at me.
Some of them are even crying.
It seems to me like they're looking at the flowers glooming out of me but as soon as they look at the flowers, the thorns are flying into their eyes like sharp arrows making their eyes tear up...why are they crying?
I can hear them trying to hold back sobs but my ears are too sensitive to not to hear that.
A frown formed on my face and tears began to slip down my cheeks for the first time today.
Are my flowers not pretty enough??
They're supposed to make me pretty...
Do they hate to know my name as soon as they look at me??
My name wasn't known to most of them, but now everyone is curious about it...

Why can't they like what they see when they're the ones who placed the flowers on my grave on this hurtful day?
Why do they act like I was the one who hurt them? Like I was the one who made them cry...
Why only after being dead people take their precious time to look at me?
Why only now they're curious about my name and it's the first thing which they notice on the gravestone?

Why only now do they start to remember about who I was...?


© EvaB