A Fleeting Memory

It was raining all day, haven’t even greeted the sun, maybe he was out sick or maybe he forgot what it means to live. Like drugs, I never got enough of music, so I bought some tapes and one CD just to make the already dull day lively except that it was already night. Still raining. There’s something more to water pouring down from heaven that gives me so much sadness, maybe that’s why even heaven weeps. There is no time in a life that it wasn’t lonely, even to those who are happily married or having the lover’s hand. Sometimes it’s just isn’t enough. We seek more to what this earth can’t offer; we seek more than life itself. What do we gain from a moment pass as we work hard all day? Truly, there is no joy greater than what we have sacrificed for our family because family is what we have. It is the only thing that really mattered most. This life is only fleeting, a distant memory, fading, slowly forgotten.