life..
can indeed be compared as a wheel..
sometimes,
sometimes the top is ours,
sometimes the below part is ours too.
Remember the story of Job?
Yeap..
yeah..I think this story is quite similar to that fella.
It's all about when everything were taken.
It will be given back.
She? she's in the wheel..as the air of the rubber tire.
Who is the rider of the bicycle?
God..
She, herself..?
Uhh, ahh..I can't hardly figure it out.
I saw a young girl cried at the entrance of her new primary school..
why??
because she was a stranger in that school, years before..
I saw her without friends..to understand,
ah?? did u mean the same girl. yup
because she's new..then back then, she's became poor. hardly lived.
nobody wanted to be her friends..
like an unwanted rubbish, can be thrown elsewhere..
the same girl again..? yes.
she didn't have money, that she used to have.
what was left for her, God?
few notes..& a new family that..ermm.. indescribable.
a letter is written to her no where to be seen childhood friend,
it is never posted.
trusted she may be. but MAYBE things had changed.
She saw something that had caused her heart in a real pain
a liter of teardrops.
her breadwinner, used to be her pride..
became someone else..simen parit??
and just like that,
HUMAN can be
someone to no one.
The laughter??
I mean the real one??
What about the joy??
The real one??
Oh, all of it disappear in the thin air.
new philosophy was introduced:
One chicken must be kept in the pocket, every Friday.
One money must be saved.
One net must be used to catch for variety.
One must learn to survive in an unmerciful society.
One sarung batik must be used every single day.
One tear for one second, dropped silently.
One lived under mercy.
As I stand from afar.. I saw the girl once again.
She kept none of the horror pictures in the album.
Burnt in the fire.
Slowly..she moves away from the darkness to the light.
