Friday, January 16, 2009 9:26 PM

Nobody see what i see

♥I used to go to school every morning during my secondary school life, so does everyone, in the morning while its still dark (PaGi-paGi buta), while my eyes are still heavy, while the schoolbag dragging me down to the floor..

and then i see.....

the man tapping his stick infront of him, the man who makes me shed a tear everytime when i see him walking, carrying a shoulder bag on his left while he held his stick on his right, he doesn't need any help nor does he needs anyone to feel bad about him, once i walk up to him and say that i will bring him to the bus stop, and he just said "never mind", i try to pull his arm, but he just don't want me to help him, and so i feel bad, maybe he don't want me to miss my bus, or he don't want me to waste my time on him, and then i realise, how hard it is to live like him, to not see the sun, the moon, the clouds, the sky, the beauty of the world, to not being a burden for everyone, to not beg for sympathy from people...

and then i see....

his eyes looking straight, and i know its all darkness for him, i see him everyday, everymorning, going to work, he inspire me.. his willingness, his courage, to continue on living no matter how hard it may be to accept his fate..

and sooo..

his stick keep on tapping through the dark, silent, morning until god knows when, the morning will be silent... ( i pray he will be stronger than ever and never lose faith on himself)..