It is a portal to the outside world.
It is a portal into the past.
Past, Present, people, man, God, animals.
It does not choose its representation.
It cannot choose.
A storm comes.
The rain pours.
The droplets dry.
Ugly little streaks of gray color the thin, beautiful object.
Birds, rain, figures, pictures, children.
Children running, playing, jumping, having fun.
I sit down on the couch.
They are so close but I cannot touch them.
It is not a portal,
It is but a painting.
I envy its pictures.
Sun, clouds, beauty. I hate it.
A rock flies, crack!
Pieces.
Pieces.
It’s gone.
About the Author
Yee Leng has been a member of The kNOw since 2009, and he is also The kNOw's SUCCESS project intern. In 2011, he graduated Magna Cum Laude Valedictorian from Edison High School and will be attending the University of California, Berkeley. He wants to either major in medicine or engineering. He loves socializing, playing volleyball, DOTA, and BBQing. He listens to hip hop and country, and his favorite artists are Rascall Flatts and Brad Paisley. He also likes to watch anime like Naruto and One Piece.
