With the flick of a finger
As anyone I believe myself to be stronger, not physically, than most people. Of course, I know my limits.
But I'm impressed to see how easy I can fall down.
The simple flick of a finger is enough to tilt me into falling.
Something as simple as... breaking my ice cream cup. Not that ordinary cup, but one my mom bought years ago when we lunched together on a certain restaurant. A cup I probably can't get again.
So simple.
So nerve breaking.
So sad.
I wonder why it make me so sad, it's supposed to be just glass breaking, and I've broken many glasses through life.
Why?
Chapter Three – Page Thirteen
14 years ago
3 comments:
engraçado como a gente compara as coisas com o estalar dos dedos.
Hmm...
Don't expect too much from yourself. Everyone is susceptible to sadness, even the littlest kinds.
Yeah I know. Its just weird to see one pulling one's self through the worst of storms, just managing to cover and balance enough to go on ahead. Facing situations that once were of unbearable pain, but now are merely annoying, and in the end, what trips you and can knock you silly is a simple flicker of a finger.
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