I take a troll on a beachside to find a meaning in reflection of myself. Clear water enhances some reflection however it doesn’t add up to anything else other than my own dark secrets. Touching the water and breaking the form of the reflection, I contemplate the transitoriness of the life itself where the havoc can lurk it anytime and destroy everything like my very own touch to the reflection.

staring a reflection 

on clear waters

blurs a sound mind 

I continue to think about reflection which really doesn’t reflect much of me. My pains, sorrows and turbulent thoughts have not been captured there. It’s a hallow representation of me. Where are the colours, the nexus of relationships and labyrinth of memories?

I do not find any of them there. Without quenching my thirst for the answers, I continue to walk along the beachside.