Juncture.

Nearby I heard the dulcet and melodious sounds of chime, ring. The air was crisp, chilly and penetrated right though my flesh. The sea was wild tonight. However the violent waves contrasted with the tranquility and serenity of the surrounding. The mystic sea lured everything as if today I'd love to drown in it contented. I held the necklace in my hand enticed by the sparkle of the emeralds embedded in it. Longing for a sight of the other world, well 'tis how I reside with my perpetual thoughts.

In summers the sun shone with aggression as if it awaited the arrival of someone like I did. The wind was completely robbed out of moisture. I felt the scorching sun burn me. However the sunlight streamed in, made the necklace illuminate and shimmer. I could not describe the beauty it portrayed because it was worthless. Nothing could be compared to feeling the beauty standing here alone, all by myself. Nonetheless the sun tormented me and the agony within me was visible, red and dark.

Months passed by and the flowers burgeoning day by day. The chirping birds announced the arrival of spring, a time of rejuvenation. The greenery casted a magnificent sight. The entirety of this moment was resplendent. The delightful fragrance of the flowers encompassed me, tried it's utmost to soothe my nerves. The hues in the surroundings were remarkable, strangely though I was despondent. The necklace was gradually becoming a sickening sight for me. Every so often I looked at it, I felt no hope of someone's arrival. Could I just smash these dreary seeming emeralds?

Time is capable of scattering man to dust. Years passed and by now the leaves of the trees were submerged in the colours of orange and rust. All shades of tangerine were visible now. The morning glory's blue colour had begun to diffuse in the air. Poplar, Maples and the Willows had shed their leaves, welcoming autumn. I walked over this bed of leaves, the rustling sound pleasing my ears. This wasn't what I wanted. The necklace glistened with all shades of copper and gold. In denial, I casted my eyes away from the necklace because slowly it was creating a false yet a strong realization that something was amiss. It amplified my thoughts profoundly. Increasingly, the necklace had begun to excrutiate me from within.

Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring I linger for the moment to have an immortal guiding presence with me forever. What I've forgotten along this road is I am not immortal myself, how can I long for something that is? But before I say something cliched not that I haven't before. And so all of you with a third person's opinion could have a subject to laugh on, I've realized I am happy on my own.

All by myself.

I can not apprehend what destiny has in store for me and I don't wish to either. I do not wish to know what's coming for me.What's the point of envisaging an unfortunate event even before it occurs? Nor will I be a pessimist writing "I part ways with life".

I just want to laugh at myself, my shortcomings and be my own guide.