~~~~ The red mark caught my sight. The red cross on my paper. Every other word and verse started to fade and somehow it was just the cross and me on a journey unknown. Taking my diary, I drew two slanting lines, leaning against each other. They leant like grape vines on walls and trunks of other trees. Parasitism as it is called. It's like clouds sailing like paper boats in the wet ocean. Never knowing when would the waves begin to engulf them. And, then? Paper would crumble away... forever.
