It was not the best day in my life.
The pressure, and the chronicles of bad situation keep happening to me.
Not to mention the hectic-ness and the severe acute-kind of problems in works.
It was rainy after all.
Stand up, find the harmony, but you are facing down the great wall of China.
Be strong, be courageous , but you are facing the whole world stood up against you.
Get out and all of the universe pointing at you as a coward.
You are in the position of no one can help you.
your hands are shaking cold.
your head banging with the melody of big-bang.
And you realized... maybe this is the limit.
should I quit?
should I leave this situation?
Should I be a coward?
Nothings wrong being a coward.
Coward is an art.
an escapee.
But the escapee never becoming strong.
I just hope that
someday
an angel can come to me.
an angel doesn't always to have a wing.
doesn;t has to be in magnificent form.
what makes an angel is,
when she can help you when you were down.
help me, so that I won;t be an escapee.
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