World and Time

Sometimes I found this world too boring, may be too big, too mighty for any person, or maybe I should say for a person like me. I am just an empty existence. An existence that doesn't really exist, just like a drop of water in the sea. Each person needs attention, right? Each person has the right to be recognized. Humans are social creatures after all.

What is human? To the world he's just nothing. It's not the person that matters. It's not about what has been done or what has not. It's not about who is exist and who isn't, it's just that.. That the world has no concern on people living in it.

The world and his friend time, two egoist children, the spoiled brats. Do not care of anything. Who are happy, who are sad, who are respected, who are rejected, who are loved, who are abandoned, who are lived or the ones that dead, can't stop them from going. Turning, eating every lifespan of everyone.

What to do, if everything just means nothing? Where to run? The world is too big to run away. Choosing death? No, no attention will be drawn from that.



.....empty. World is just too cold.