In the grander perspective of the world, we humans are, nothing, more than, specks of, dusts on earth…translated…
Being alone, I'd felt, crowded already, yet, I pushed myself, into the, crowd of people, getting closer to the world's happenings…because, I can't, help, my self.
Am grateful that the years didn't, abandon me, giving me day after day after day. I'd, lived off of the light smoke in the afternoon, the wind became, a whole other, season. I'd faced the wind, my clothes, expanded, rustled, pretending that they're, all that.
All around the world, am I only, a bystander, or an, onlooker? The wind and I, were merely, passersby, those clouds adrift, they'd all, gone astray, not to be found again.
what this world consists of, some many things that are, bigger than, we or us...artwork by the writer, from UDN.com
Asking me the meaning of life, googling it, and you will see. The joys and funs of life, must be logged off, going offline, to discover.
The heatwave, that cat dozing off, out of the doors of the super convenience shop, hearing someone chimed into the counters, "a coffee please, an Americano." That'll be, all right?———ahhh, the night had, come, the moon of the start of autumn sat, huge and bright, and, the man looking up at the moon, his will is, shrinking.
And, we all felt, that the world revolved around us, until we get, waken up, that the world does NOT turn for you, and yet, we still, act like that this world revolves around us, why is that? Because we're, too, self-centered, and this is going to cause us all, to suffer as a, species for sure!
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