The skin was torn, as the inner part of the sketch pad was exposed; a very thin plastic like layer that is so insignificant in our eyes, protecting it. Don’t we all have it? Someone, something that is hidden elsewhere, making sure we’re safe, be there for us whenever we needed them? Be it a parent, a friend or the dearest, they certainly disguise themselves well enough; to the point we not notice them at times. There are the moments where we neglected another us within, where we forgotten about our origin, where we not recall the days we suffered, where we not understand the word ‘love’; and those are the times where we needed help most. Look around us and we would find someone new, not in the sense of making new friend, but to know a friend from the bottom of the heart, to look at them from a whole new perspective, to known them as the protector. A test pad which is used for months, keeping the papers for scribble use in safe had never once show the protective layer, not until the damages putting effect on it; and that was then where the truth is revealed. Perhaps we need to see it with our own eyes to know that love actually exist in between, that there are those who care about us and want us to do the same, that each and everyone of us needs our very own time to discover something new, something that we should have known ages ago. Nevertheless, as long as we learn to appreciate it, cherish it, it will be just fine.
