
I had a terrible vision. Why is it that only in silence then the vision strikes me? I saw myself, in a white balloon dress, the one Papa had bought for me so I could be a princess in my own world. My hair was jet black, curled, and I was wearing my favourite pearl necklace. With a grim face, I saw myself, sitting on the ledge, shaking my legs restlessly, shifting, then falling from the 13th floor of the block I stay in. I wasn't wearing any shoes. The moment my body hit the ground, I entered a sleep that nobody could ever wake me up from.
What happened? Why did it seem so real to me, as if I have done it before?
For the picture above represents the many folds of hurts, many untidy stitches inside me, and the heart is broken so badly nobody could mend it well.