At one night I thought about something,
about how people at school were crying a river remembering they are going to go for a college and being away to each others, to their friends.
And about, how on earth I couldn't even let a single drop of tears rolling down my cheeks, because, seriously, I didn't feel to cry or anything.
And I thought, am I really this cruel? Am I becoming cruel just because I'm not crying over the fact that we are going to be away and separated?
I thought and thought until I got a spark on the edge of the dark,
maybe, I wasn't--and am not-- crying because,
because I know, that we'll still be stepping on the same ground, we'll still be breathing to the same air, we'll still be talking with the same languange and we've got a bunch of social medias that still connect us to each other beyond easily.
We are still on the same planet, for a God's sake.
So, why should I waste my tears?
(well, maybe I am one little mean girl)
about how people at school were crying a river remembering they are going to go for a college and being away to each others, to their friends.
And about, how on earth I couldn't even let a single drop of tears rolling down my cheeks, because, seriously, I didn't feel to cry or anything.
And I thought, am I really this cruel? Am I becoming cruel just because I'm not crying over the fact that we are going to be away and separated?
I thought and thought until I got a spark on the edge of the dark,
maybe, I wasn't--and am not-- crying because,
because I know, that we'll still be stepping on the same ground, we'll still be breathing to the same air, we'll still be talking with the same languange and we've got a bunch of social medias that still connect us to each other beyond easily.
We are still on the same planet, for a God's sake.
So, why should I waste my tears?
(well, maybe I am one little mean girl)
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