It just like another day,
it just like another routine,
it just like another teardrops,
Disappointment and stress is the same old song,
Teardrops are friends of frustration
Loneliness is a friend of emptiness
Sadness is a friend of hopeless
It’s been scary starry night along darkest night, coming home after a long tiring day as another day I practice my routine. Get up, brush teeth, take shower, go to class, have breakfast, go to work, deal problems, satisfy people, get conflict, get upset, get hurt, negotiate, escalate, finish work, go to class, get back home…
Each event repeatedly happens again and again, but tonight it’s different :
After class, get home, enter bedroom, my messy bedroom turned different, it looks tidy and clean, a green plant paced on my desk and another green plant placed next to my bed, and books on the bed were put at the right place. Teardrops start the same role play, they begun to flow like a river, one after another drop, asking why the messy room change the way they used to look… Can anyone tell me?? Why things place different position??
Teardrops recall the memories, I knew I’ve done miserably job for years to the one I’ve loved and respected more than anything else in the world.
Teardrops begun rolling and asked each others, let’s me fade away first, let’s me go first, let’s me leave this dumped cheeks, let’s me disappear..
Where the elephants weep is not where she was weeping. I was reminded every single childhood memories and the Christmas gift, lovely sentimental songs, song lyric book, Chocolate, sweetly words, and many unforgettable stuff I was given…
Where those stuff gone?? But remained loneliness and emptiness, by having no one to share, no one to care, no one to wipe this painful fear with that sadden tear. Let’s them flow, let’s them go..
It’s another teardrop to bring thy sorrowful lines.
Phnom Penh, 14 January, 2011 by NT