Friday, February 6, 2009
His face was that of one who has undergone a long journey.
-The Epic of Gilgamesh
I have overcome my fear of cockroachs, hopefully. One big one flew at my chest while I was walking home. It landed then flew up, across my face, then jumped on my file. Then I jumped out into the road to get away, and it happily flew away.
The road near my house has no cars any time of the day.
Seriously, it's so unbelievable if you read the newspapers and it goes,"Girl accousted by roach. Killed instantly by car while escaping."
Okay moooorbid.
Life's a play but with so many songs,
and we're all singing a different tune.
We remember some stories, we forget some. We all have a different part to play. No matter, even if we're just a backdrop, we try to stand there, straight and steady. But sometimes the backdrop will fall, and actors will forget their lines.
Don't worry, it's all part of this. It's all part of the play.
To all protaganists, antagonists, major characters, minor characters, stage props, this is for you.
Great Expectations
Give a little bit of yourself,
To show them that you care.
Sometimes they'll return you,
and thank you for being there.
Sometimes they'll do not,
and we'll think that its not fair.
But really, life's like that,
We're born to give and share.
But we lose sight of ourselves,
and start thinking about it all.
Is it worth all that,
to care just so much more?
Give a little bit of yourself,
And show them that you care.
Sometimes they'll return you,
But know its very rare.
Labels: elegy for a cynic, who is not yet dead.
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