❤
"My favourite thing
is to go where
I've never been."
- Diane Arbus
❤
For awhile it almost felt like it was fifteen years ago, when they were newly married and their apartment still neat and tidy. As the woman prepared the table for dinner in the kitchen, her mind wandered to the times when it was just the two of them on the black sofa set watching television, and how she had felt so blissful in his arms, although she had never really liked the color of the sofa set. She had preferred the lilac one, with the matching cushions and pretty flowers. But black was easier to manage and it matched the rest of their house decor, he had said. It was always like that, she thought, except the time when she got her choice of the teapot set with its pretty blue and white china porcelain teacups. She had always dreamt of a beautiful kitchen that she can wake up to each day and feel inspired to whip up some new, delicious dish. But the kids came along, and before long all she knew was what time to wake Emily, Ian and Carl up and send them to school and for tuition and piano classes, football practice and swimming lessons, and making sure that their meals are taken care of. She had noticed that he had been coming home from work later these few days, and wondered if she had been less of a wife than she had been a mother.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo