Life's Little Lamentation

I know why the blind girl across the street can cry so much I know it when I do not cry I know when your world is completely dark you don't cry as much I know why the blind girl across the street can fret so much I know it when my heart becomes numb I know when your world seems completely fine that's when you cry that much I know why the blind girl across the street can cry so much I know it when I do not cry I know when your world is completely dark you don't cry as much I know why the blind girl cries alas She lost the thing she needed to last I know when your world seems lack of one most needed thing; You don't cry as much as the blind girl who cries

-If that's the road to freedom, why not choose it and end all tyrannies? -If that's the path to immortality, why not take it and end all mortalities? -If that's the way to impossibility, why not for the sake of all possibilities? -If that's the road to eternity, why not for you and me?

I have to comment on it. Not so much of comments actually. More of an introduction of a book, the second book in my life so far that has managed to bring tears to my eyes. the five people you meet in heaven I am sure many of us think about heaven. Life after death. More Heavens. And paradise. I am sure none of us have the guts to really say they understand what heaven is, and how it looks like. Nobody's sure. Nobody even knows the answer. And the ones who might know cannot even tell you because they are "away". And that's how I found myself reading this book yesterday. There are two reasons why I chose this book yesterday. First being many have read it and thought it good, the other being the reason I stated earlier. Moreover, I found myself truly engrossed in the book, an experience that has eluded me ever since I started tertiary education; an irony being the demands of my course. It's rare to see me reading books nowadays. It's even more uncommonly rare to

Are cries of tears alone? Or eternal anguish of the heart set by the fireplace around a cold, cold chamber and cry of cries alone? Are cries of tears alone? Or ambient music to the ears framed by the joy of feeling the pain and cry of cries alone? Are cries of tears alone? Or soothing smell to the nose unveiled of mysteries of the body and soul and cry of cries alone? Are cries of tears alone? Or eternal anguish of the heart set to freeze and burn with vengeance and cry of cries alone?

This is one of those times that I can really feel like crying but then I cannot. Sometimes it hurts real bad if you're suddenly disappointed. The feeling is like that of being on top of a ladder, enjoying a picturesque and panaromic view and then out of a sudden the ladder gives in to your weight, fall sideways and you come crashing down to good-old Earth. Sometimes it can be much higher still. Maybe on top of a building. Or clouds perhaps. But all these do matter not. Whether or not you die after you crashed or just suffer from few minor blemishes, you have fallen still, short of what you expect to have before all the hopes come crashing down with the disappointment leading the way. It is sad. Yes it is. But you ask yourself while typing this down with trembling fingers - Is it worth the toil of your heart when many other things are waiting for you up there? If only you can just stand up, take a deep breath, take hold of the fallen ladder and lean it up against the wall again, you