i climb…
As i go upper, spectators watch and cheer…
They watch me…
As i go higher, i feel difficult to breathe…
i struggle but carry on…it can’t be that bad…
They cheer…
More passerby stop to watch too…
To the “top”…
Is that really what i want?
i go on…
Cheers give strength…
So lonely up here…
Cold and unfamiliar…
Few more steps to the peak…
i slip…
Accidentally step on a marble…
A hard fall…
Nobody help me up…
They still cheer…
Faraway from me…
i scream…
i cry like i never cry before…
i feel lost…
For a moment i lost hope…
“Its okay, Peiling,” they say…
i gather myself up on feet…
Not ready to carry on…
i saw many weird faces looking at me as they pass by…
i am left behind at my own pace…
i will have to run once i recovered…
