A Tale Of Everybody
Everybody has his/her own story coz everybody has his/her own past. We maybe just a tinge of sound between two silence, for before us was silence and after us is another silence. We are just like a single slap on a placid water creating a moment of disturbances and then... hush again... as time flows into eternity.
I found myself lately as a portrait hanging on a wall with eyes wandering on everyone who passes by. I could just sit down at one corner of Mc Donalds and observe the people around me, pondering how different are we from each other. Wondering how did I let my fate run out of time and I was left alone, exhausted but needing to catch up.
I am the exact epitome of a man having his days full but a life so empty.
I found myself living in the past while everybody has moved on with their lives. I found myself still holding on with the tide not wanting to be carried away by the waves to reach the shore. I was left there in the cold but afraid to let go. Unwilling to take that one great risk to be safe.
There is something in my eyes that made my vision go blur... Oh! it is my tears, but they aren't rolling down on my cheeks, they are frozen like ice, maybe because it is too cold inside of me.
I am the exact epitome of a man having his days full but a life so empty.
I found myself lately as a portrait hanging on a wall with eyes wandering on everyone who passes by. I could just sit down at one corner of Mc Donalds and observe the people around me, pondering how different are we from each other. Wondering how did I let my fate run out of time and I was left alone, exhausted but needing to catch up.
I am the exact epitome of a man having his days full but a life so empty.
I found myself living in the past while everybody has moved on with their lives. I found myself still holding on with the tide not wanting to be carried away by the waves to reach the shore. I was left there in the cold but afraid to let go. Unwilling to take that one great risk to be safe.
There is something in my eyes that made my vision go blur... Oh! it is my tears, but they aren't rolling down on my cheeks, they are frozen like ice, maybe because it is too cold inside of me.
I am the exact epitome of a man having his days full but a life so empty.