Sunflower

A man was standing in a place he had never been to before. He wore a blue long shirt. It was blue as bright as the summer sky. His very black hair shimmered in the sun. When looked around, there was nobody. As far as he could see, only were sunflowers—too many. He started to wonder: how did he end up there. With closed eyes, he felt a rush of breath. He needed to go since fear began to creep into. The sense of solitude, over and over again.

He walked and kept walking to find the way out. Afterward, he accidentally met a crying boy. He approached the boy yet didn’t know how to deal with the situation. He was surprised that there was someone else. What the boy doing was. Where he came from. What was the boy’s name was. Did he get lost? The man had many questions still the boy had the only answer.

“Yo Han,” the boy said.

Leisurely, the man heard the wind blowing and the birds chirping—the sounds of nature. It was soothing like Chopin’s nocturne; some people called inner peace, to keep the inside of yours are sane. The sunflowers started dancing in the wind. How adorable as if they smiled at the man.

“Stop crying. I’m here,” the man said.

Vanishing from the crowd, with the boy, the man was trapped. It was a beautiful place yet on the other hand an odd feeling more and more got to arise in his heart.

“Let’s find the way out, another Yo Han.” The man went on.