Me, My Self, and I

Friday, November 15, 2013

People Come, People Go

People come, people go.

Staying at the hospital, today's the fourth day, I have so much time to think about life. People hate their lives. People fulfill their lives. People enjoy their lives. People kill their lives.

People come, people go.

I still have so much time to remember my past. What I have done, what I have not. What I have, what I don't. Some people came to my life and made beautiful memories. Some people came and scratch my canvas with bad sketches.

People come, people go.

I still have so much time to imagine my future. What I have not done, what I will do. What I had, what I will have. Some people come to my life as an intermezzo in a boring talk show. Some people come as the background of my stage.

People come, people go.

I still have so much time to think about my present. I'm lying on my bed and being very grateful. I have (adopted) family who are taking care of me. My bestfriends are sending prayers from the distance. They are sending love through the thin air. What else do I need now?

People come, people go.

Some leave. Some stay. And it doesn't matter to me.

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