Looking at her was like looking at a piece of coral.
Roughness, softness. She hid out from the world in the soundless ocean floor. A world of wonder. She laid in pain. She might sometimes host parasitic fish friends rather than wading through unseen waters. The battle she’d fought against waves through the ghastly depths make her demolished. But she was still alive. She survived. She saved the mate.
Looking at her was like looking at a piece of coral. Droop, and droop. Fearfully she saw boats above her head. Hoping they sailed, sailed away. She tried to rise and hoped to meet the dim rays of light. Also provoked a glowing neon jellyfish to trap on her maze. Just for making her world sparkle.
Looking at her was like looking at a piece of coral. Too much efforts she did. Whereas, beneath what appears to be a lifeless waste, within the treasures of the sailors, within the pain as the water pull and push, without touched by human hand, a quaint coral who born out of rock and sand made a great flourished barrier reef. A true beauty magnificene.
Bandung, 23 September 2017 | 17:13
Pict source: @karenapuisiituindah