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I'm stuck here.
Suddenly, I'm so afraid to move forward since I'm not anymore sure about the reason of why I should make it through. But I can't go back. It's a long journey to come here. Considering many aspects, going back is not an option; that's not reasonable to do.
My eyes wander about the vast field of wheat: searching for a sign or an answer about what I should do, and find nothing. I look up to the sky. The sky is so blue and silent; no cloud number nine. The wheat bushes are hissing along with the breeze; I feel uneasy even more.
Silently, I pray to God that hopefully there will no green-eyed monster here. Because if it really exists, I will feel much more in vain. The green-eyed monster is never kind. It often times makes us end up a useless hatred and resentment. It's disgusting.
I've made a temporary decision; I will stay here a little while and try to learn how to "enjoy" the uneasiness and undefined feelings ruffling my heart--my inner self!
Pray for me, my dear fellow, that I will soon be free from all of these confussion and ambiguity of feelings. Believe me, it's totally awful and absurd to suffer from the uneasiness of something you can't explain--something you don't even know the what or the why!
* Written for Short Story Slam Week 8.
Also linked in The Tale Tellers and Sunday Scribblings #280.