The journey

Once F explored his revelation, though he panicked, he was overwhelmed. An intense emotion has driven his journey, leading him calmly wild in life, giving him a taste of fulfillment and a belonging to a bigger self.
The image has been complete, that’s what he thought. He is drawing, with confidence and persistence, the smile he thought he may never gain back.
His confidence never took the unknown as something that exists; he photographed moment by moment of what to come and what not to come.
But the photographs were so complete, so heavenly drawn that they could not bear the light of the real.
At moments, the “real” came out to him, to steal away his rebellion but F did not intend to fight back, his ego turned him away, and sheltered his fragile soul.
At a very low moment, accidentally as always, the “real” shown up and slapped F in the face. He got him offended, humiliated and wrecked.
F could not tolerate such agony of disgrace; it was his first, so he gave up and went wailing his mother. He was back the hurt child of the past.

…Again, he gained and lost the smile he has journeyed for. But this time it felt utterly worse, as much as it felt wonderfully joyful catching up on its pieces.

F is wondering again, and wondering will always be.
Not for the smile this time, but for the journey that cherished the smile and forgot to cherish itself…