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30 Sep 2006, Sat, 6.31pm :
(Time)
Day, Month, Year...
Time flies mercilessly,
wouldn't stop 4 ppl who desperately need a little more time,
to cherish n company their loved ones to the end of their journey....
wouldn't stop 4 guilty ppl,
who need this little time, to cover the mistakes they made...
wouldn't stop 4 lazy students,
who need this little more time, to think carefully abt the ans to the qns...
overall,
time just wouldn't stop 4 anybody or any living things on earth...
In contrast,
some ppl just couldn't wait 4 the time to pass by faster...
ppl in jail, hoping to be freed, to reunion wif their loved ones...
lovers on different land, hoping the time to pass by, 4 their ones to return..
patients who r fighting against terminal illness, who wish their lives to be end...
& even ppl of old age, who dun wish to be a burden of anybody...etc..
Which 1 do we belonged to?
Time is taken 4 granted?
Or cherished dearly?
It always remains as a qn or a mysteries..
How time really comes by, why do living things grow n wilt?
famous ppl to be remembered & valued,
ordinary ppl to be 4gotten as if they nv existed b4,
infamoius ppl to be rememberd but cursed even til present...
poetist, artist...etc...
with the use of writing materials,
with only the use of words n drawings...
with only the creativity n thoughts...
many talents r borned...
Infact, everybody can be 1 too,
lines of sentences created,
regardless of topics,
regardless of restrictions,
allowing free flow of thoughts,
like the flow of a peaceful river on a smooth bedding,
where no hindrance of rocks or boulders in the channels,
a writer appears...
not 4 fame or $,
just 4 passion n memories,
neglected quality or standard,
just 4 free flow of thoughts....

30 September 2006, Sat, 6.51pm

bubbles of sadness.