Saturday, 9 January 2010
06:44:34 AM (GMT)
"Bang", in the street a loud gun fire off.
grrr, another new year, another useless year.
When is anything ever going to be good?
I have lived for 61 years, 3 months, 15 hours, 30 mins, and 12, 13, 14... sec old.
I don't know if I can go another year. Since, every years was just the same, big
parties, then sleep.
Well, I'll have no more, time to make this year my last.
I have stepped outside, taken in the fresh air, and ran.
I ran, and ran, until I knew longer couldn't. I drop half way through the party, and
saw little kids playing games.
I could remember those times we had fun as much fun as those kids.
Yet, still i am 61 years, 3 months, 16 hours, 46 mins, and 20, 21, 23... sec old.
By now, I was to weak to even moved on. Then I saw a little boy come.
"Hey mister, are you ok?"
I begun to laugh, and laugh more and more.
I started to hit my chest to relief the pain.
Then I pat the boy head and said, "Young boy, once you get as old as I, you'll find
nothing to do but stay home."
I walked away, and wave him a good bye.
I begun to run again, into the sun set, but right before I got through the park, I
down to my knees.
Taking in heavy air; suck in air; gasp for air.
I have rewoking again, and find myself on my small bad again, I still wonder. What