When somethings have to go, they have to.

You cant protest. Its useless. You're not Father Time.

Even if you are, why bother, its over already.

but it keeps coming back; its no use. Oh, the pain and sadness of it all.

He lies on his bed, aloft with soft pillows.

His eyes stare open, wide, into the milky night

With a trembling hand, he brought it to his heart.

A flash, and hes back 780000000000000 seconds ago.

A red backpack. A glaze of white.

He stumbles, silently, into the gates.

He mutters and walks with a shuffle.

he walks to his class, and sits, quietly.

A small boy, about half his size.

walks up to him, and sneers.

Red bag boy's eyes glisten, but did not flow.

Small boy walks away, eyes becoming slits.

he can feel it. Its happening again.

That momentary pause.

Something was awry, terribly awry.

Why?

red and small were freinds,

So close, so close.

But why?

Why did it have to end up like this?

He closes his eyes, and a tear falls,

It awakes the boy, he he finds himself on the bed again.

Crying.


Just some random poem i thought up of just now. When you are emotionally charged, you can write anything! XD

Ok, back to myself.

I was at a nondescript place near my house when i saw this old lady scavenging through dustbins. I felt a flare of pity and approached her, an empty soda can in my hand. She turned and smiled at me. i politely smiled back and handed her the can. She smiled and said something in Hokkien. SInce my Hokkien vocabulary was only the size of a teaspoon, i just said thanks in Mandrin. She frowned, and pointed to her ears. She was deaf. She then procceeded to rummage through other dustbins. i felt so sorry for her. Coincidentally, her dustbin journey was on the way to my house. Agog with curiosity to see where she would go, i followed her.

She continued to rummage thru the junk in the dustbins, and taking only cans. As i reached , home, i saw her walk into A GIANT BUNGALOW NEAR MY HOUSE. Lol.

She lives there!!!1

Life is so full of twists and turns. One moment you pity a poor old lady, the next moment you envy her and her big house.