There's a voice far up the mountain.
Screaming.
Every days, and nights.
But nobody ever heard it.
It was a weird voice, calling for someone.
However, a young boy overheard that voice.
He tried asking everyone and everyone thought he was mad.
His parents told him not to say nonsense.
His teachers sent him to the counselling.
His friends....oh, he has got no friend at all.
One morning before dawn, he was by the window.
looking into the dark dark sky....there were stars blinking.
Wind whispered some funny tunes into his ear.
He thought he has gone mad again,
Than he heard that far far away voice again...
A very weak voice. calling for.......someone.
He looked at the blinking stars and the silent moon.
Stood up. Packed. Kiss Goodbye with his sleeping parents.
He went for that voice. He wanted some proof.
Some proof of him not mad.
Nobody ever heard from that little boy.
They said he was kidnapped and some even mention murdered.
The parents gave up. The existence of that boy faded.
Fading quietly.....until no-one ever know there was a boy like him.
Years later, one old lady was staring at a picture of his long lost son,
and out of sudden, she heard this strange voice.
from high up of the mountain,
how desolating, how gloomy......
she felt something on her cheek.
she wiped it, and wiped it again....repeating.
"Oh, she started crying again!"
Her neighbours whisper to each other.
What's the feeling of losing something you use your life to love?
E.M.P.T.Y.
