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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
With smooth music plugged into one's ears. There listens a man whose life is filled with people, but suddenly feels lonesome. All these people only serve to crush myself between their oppression, the sappy love songs in his ears makes his days seem all the more tragic.
One never knows. Will my first step end in a hurtful stumble? Can all those bits and pieces put together withstand the single one time when the thunderstorm strikes? I will become the man in my poem, destined to walk along his favourite stretch of trees, as his tears merge with the cold raindrops, so that no one can see him cry, no one shall spot his weakness. My sobs will be drowned by the roar of thunder. Even when I fall and split my skin against the biting concrete ground, the rainwater mingles with my blood, they will seek out the nearest drain, and bring me along with them, to the frosty dark depths of the water bodies. Over there, my corpse shall never be found, my existence forgotten...
One never knows. Will my first step end in a hurtful stumble? Can all those bits and pieces put together withstand the single one time when the thunderstorm strikes? I will become the man in my poem, destined to walk along his favourite stretch of trees, as his tears merge with the cold raindrops, so that no one can see him cry, no one shall spot his weakness. My sobs will be drowned by the roar of thunder. Even when I fall and split my skin against the biting concrete ground, the rainwater mingles with my blood, they will seek out the nearest drain, and bring me along with them, to the frosty dark depths of the water bodies. Over there, my corpse shall never be found, my existence forgotten...
