destiny.

the windows curtain is slowly opened,

allowing the rays of sunlight touching the coldness of the hotel room,
the drizzle disperse the sunrays lightly

it is warm on the skin, but yet cold inside.

the last night cup of coffee is still there on the side table, its surface is solidly rigid.

and the breath sound break the silence,

awaken the dying soul from deep inside.

it's cold outside.

it's cold inside.

it's ok for you to cry sometimes.

It's ok to feel totally hopeless

it's ok to be sunken in grief sometimes.

when everything seems against you.

but let the sorrow stay there only just for a while.

then, when time comes.

the loosened strength must be build up again.

the scattered beliefs must be gathered again.

the blurry path must be mended again.

Life is what we perceived

if only bitterness we see.

then we will be blinded to realize other blessings.

if we keep calculating what we don't have.

then we are loosing every single other thing.

~~

the short journey has ended.

the bed sheet is neatly put.

the pen ink is already finished.

the note reach the last word.

the hotel room door is shut tightly.

and the step is drgged slowly.

what we have right now is what it is.

accepting it is the best way to cope.

let it the be blood that flows in you vein.

let it be the air you breath in.

let it be us and ourselves.

and be grateful and thankful

just because,

we are the destiny that we cannot anymore deny.