1 One Shot Art

In the vast ocean, where waves meets the shore. Takes away the sand and brings it back from the surface is where everything started and everything ended. Some sands were delivered back ashore but some aren't. How ironic that my destiny became one of those left and remained.

In the very corner of this island there lies an unbeknownst cafe. Where lost people find their warmth for a little while. There, I found myself carrying the burden of what the world has given me.

When the universe gives you the world and when the universe gave you hope and purpose I learnt that it will also take all of them back. Neither one by one or all in chance. I was so unlucky that it took everything in just a snap.

*Sigh

How can fate be so cruel towards those who barely survive. If by any chance I didn't follow him that night, would everything be the way as what they are supposed to be?

Was I so cruel in my past life too that fate made a ragged out of me. To even crawl is the hardest what more if I walk.

To find myself here, where my footsteps are being hidden by the wind trough the sands. Lucky to come by an unfamiliar cafe where I can become someone I didn't even know I am.

I am a broken woman. Who lost her child and was divorced by an abusive—manipulative man.

I lost my only lifeline. The thing that kept me hanging. Such a tight rope to define.

I once have a picture perfect family. I had a loving man beside me and a son who's favorite is to look at the sky and wander their wonders.

When everything hit rock bottom and when the table flipped upside down. I saw a man holding tight a woman's waist. Making love under the beautiful summer days. Unbelievable I saw my husband.

I was desperate…

I didn't realized that I beg too much for him to stay. He took my son and went far where I can no longer reach. News came and says my dear child got an accident. Fell down the stairs and couldn't survive. I saw no figure of a child but a sand.

If I pour the ashes of my son in the ocean. Will the waves bring him back ashore?

Will the world give back my core foundation?

The ocean became the biggest graveyard for those bittersweet people who met their joy, was lost but is found yet one step too late.

Was my worth undefined…

Or was I too much of a masterpiece for the world to become a canvas.

Was my scars so beautifully made that no paper in white can represent the unexplainable extraordinarily piece?

I am written and drawn yet never made and created.

Indeed the cafe, so quiet was created beside the ocean meant to reminisce joy and sorrow, to balance the cold and hot teas and give a wonderful service. Come by again in this cafe to storytell the book behind a wonderful piece.