singaporebugtracker
Cave, Singapore
A Present Day Hideout -
Everyone needs a secret space to lay down a worn out mind. I wasn’t looking when I found it. Beneath the cascading slope of entangled tree roots, a discarded grotto endured the passages of time. Standing at the mouth of this rocky excavate, I stethoscope inquisitively into her world of darkness. The entrance seems like a divider between two realms, one of civilized life and the other, existence of a different kind. Who knows which is more advanced? The isolated cavity seems the perfect hiding place to burrow. In the bowels of the cool tunnel with rushing breeze, I tread cautiously upon the cutting rocks in case skeletons were used as stepping stones. As if in defence, heavy droplets arrowed down from above onto my head and jagged walls amplified my footsteps as warnings to… perhaps prehistoric bugs and things who love their everlasting night with unchanging loyalty. My primeval moment of going caveman was interrupted when an abrupt burst of wings flitted high and low over me. Whoa! King bats hanging down from the ceilings and crevices were spooked, and so was I. Suddenly the moon descended on the other side and threw her beam so bright it blinds. Hesitation grips me with her iron fist. For once, I was at a standstill and afraid to move forward. That beacon that tirelessly tries to entice, how long would it last? For three days and nights, Jonah was trapped in the belly of a whale. I don’t have that kind of staying power and will for certain. The thought of being entombed in pitch blackness within a dungeon of terrible length was unimaginable. Why should I take that risk? To quit or continue through the dark path not knowing where it leads was a dilemma. The puddle of hesitation lounging at my feet reflected my indecisiveness and an eyeless fish. A full minute had passed, I took a long deep breath and watched my soul walked towards the meteoric star shining steadily. I hope what lies at the end is the beginning of something beautiful. No flowers will refuse to bloom for fear of withering. Let it be.
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Cave, Singapore
A Present Day Hideout -
Everyone needs a secret space to lay down a worn out mind. I wasn’t looking when I found it. Beneath the cascading slope of entangled tree roots, a discarded grotto endured the passages of time. Standing at the mouth of this rocky excavate, I stethoscope inquisitively into her world of darkness. The entrance seems like a divider between two realms, one of civilized life and the other, existence of a different kind. Who knows which is more advanced? The isolated cavity seems the perfect hiding place to burrow. In the bowels of the cool tunnel with rushing breeze, I tread cautiously upon the cutting rocks in case skeletons were used as stepping stones. As if in defence, heavy droplets arrowed down from above onto my head and jagged walls amplified my footsteps as warnings to… perhaps prehistoric bugs and things who love their everlasting night with unchanging loyalty. My primeval moment of going caveman was interrupted when an abrupt burst of wings flitted high and low over me. Whoa! King bats hanging down from the ceilings and crevices were spooked, and so was I. Suddenly the moon descended on the other side and threw her beam so bright it blinds. Hesitation grips me with her iron fist. For once, I was at a standstill and afraid to move forward. That beacon that tirelessly tries to entice, how long would it last? For three days and nights, Jonah was trapped in the belly of a whale. I don’t have that kind of staying power and will for certain. The thought of being entombed in pitch blackness within a dungeon of terrible length was unimaginable. Why should I take that risk? To quit or continue through the dark path not knowing where it leads was a dilemma. The puddle of hesitation lounging at my feet reflected my indecisiveness and an eyeless fish. A full minute had passed, I took a long deep breath and watched my soul walked towards the meteoric star shining steadily. I hope what lies at the end is the beginning of something beautiful. No flowers will refuse to bloom for fear of withering. Let it be.
(24 of 24)