Only Time

I was making a joke, just to make the day brighter. Actually I know your message, but how can I see everyone down, and the room becomes wet and gloomy. I also knew, they will be so completely confuse about this way, wondering and asking to their self (to your self, and me actually). No one had courage to ask you about the truth. Oh, how bad was I? I was enjoying that moment. I laughed out loud, and I bet you knew it as well. Even, I knew, it wasn’t good time, and everything was wrong.

And you are you; you will stand on your way, moving forward, take the action, and stay on your own road, solitude. Someday you might tell somebody, and your heart will tell you that lucky or may be an unlucky person. Only time will tell everyone about the truth and prove their yesterday-guessing. And no unnecessary room for nothing that left for us, your best friends.

Now I am here, lonely, drowning in time. Don’t get wrong, I don’t have tears, but it’s hard for me to believe that I still have lust for life. The time takes me here, to the time, when I feel something still linger on my mind, something from the past for sure. It was you, me, and the people around us. I lost your voices, and the room becomes so quiet now. I wondering who will cry for you in silent, but isn’t it unnecessary? Don’t you go for glory?

Oh, I can’t imagine the future while I find my self here in my stillness, watch, and think about all of these. Where the road goes? Where the day flows? Will the sun come tomorrow?

-A quiet evening in my corner-


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