Wah!Change is beautiful, I felt an year ago.
But life had different plan for me, as usual it did not let me understand its intentions.
It gave me a blatant blow right on the face, not easily to be recovered. The change never seemed to be ominous for it was taking me along a beautiful path but to a phase of Hell.
A hell where loneliness rules, cry is the norm, self hatred and helplessness are rampant.
I could not have foreseen even a frame of present then.
Utopia crashes into barren land.
My territory has now become the only useless piece centered in hectares of varieties of vegetation.
My land forgot what it is supposed to cultivate and is jealous of the natural traits of newly seen foreign varieties.
It has cultivated love for some exotic species which can never grow on this terrain.
Eventually it lost its identity, developed paranoia and became schizophrenic.
This Change has been hurting this stone, what was misinterpreted to be, a lot.
Hoping a good sculpture resistant to further similar attacks in adversity comes as a product of this emotional excursion.
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