Wednesday, July 30, 2008

he may not have been significant in our hearts-
after all, he probably could not care less himself.
but nontheless.
he was still a part of which completes our memories,
for as long as chinese new year and their birthday dinners were concerned.
insignificant, but there. subconsciously part of the whole.
next year, there will be one less birthday to celebrate.

everyone is like living to die..
we wake up everyday, happy or not, not realising that we are actually one day closer to our death day.
this revelation is so cruel, yet true.
where there is a start, there will always be an end.
everything else turns to dust once it ends, probably leaving only trails behind for others to pick up or hold on to.
maybe we should not be so afraid of its nature,
and start working on how we want to fill those days before it takes a toll on us.
you can call it killing time,
but maybe we would want to kill it to the best we can.

by Miss Pek at 12:03 |