It all happened one day when someone asked me about my age after the class. Something started bothering me and I was quite disturbed.
Many things that had happened years before which I’ve tried hard to forget came back to me.
On my way home on the subway train, I couldn’t help thinking " What am I doing still hanging here at Hunter at the age of 25? "
Then I wrote down:
Time hurried on and my chance had gone by
Soon last week I turned twenty-five
What is wrong? What is right?
Could someone please tell me what’s the secret of life?
Fears in my eyes and I no longer know how to smile
For the past always haunted me which I’ve tried to left it behind... ...
Late that night, it rained so hard. Sitting in my room with the sound of rain, thunder and lightening, I start reading "Frankenstein".
I don’t know if it is just me, or my surroundings that affect my emotion. I feel my heart in sympathy with those characters in this story. Somehow, in their deep grief, madness, desire for solitude and the consolation of nature, I see myself.
Outside the window, the branches of a tree in my back yard dance with the caress of the wind. Raindrops clap the leaves making clear and crisp ticktack sounds. With a lightening slash through the darkness of the sky, I see Frankenstein, or the Monster standing under the tree all soaking wet, suffering from life. He looks into my eyes, penetrates my mind, pierces my weakened heart and then he disappears. High above the sky roars with thunder, as if it’s trying to awake something from life... ...
...... ......to be continued...... ......
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