I'm holding on tight to the string of the kite. Too tightly perhaps. The string broke. I can only look on helplessly at the kite that is drifting further and further away out of my sight. Of course, I feel sad to see the disappearing kite. I'm only human.
Yet, I'm happy to let the kite go. Somehow I could feel the kite yearning to break free. Of course I could feel the heartbeat of the kite. Remember? I'm holding on to the other end of the string. The tautness had been a warning sign that I had ignored. Maybe it wasn't exactly the kite's wishes to drift away. It was the fault of the wind. The wind was too strong and engulfed the kite into its embrace.
I was too weak to fight with the wind. I have no control over the wind. Neither do I have control over the kite. The only thing left in my tiny hand is the other end of the broken string. I have to admit that the string is too fragile for the strong wind.
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hello,u friendly bishan neighbour..haha jus wana tell u I WAS HERE
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