-i am one of them-

Tears suddenly fell from my eyes,

I couldn't help my self but to cry.

Oh, not because of the loneliness I felt inside

yet I must admit that I've missed the nature of my work.

The major part of it, is to seek the truth from all the lies.

Many of them I've pushes to wall just

to understand some pieces of them.

Different kind of wounds I've seen

and some of them i made cried so hard to weep.

I've laid cards just to show how miserable I am

in order for them to identify their own miseries in me.

By doing so, I've made them smile despite of their hidden hurts

and they begun to appreciate

the difference between joy from pain.

Most of their stories became my strength

while others became my own frustrations in life.

All their fears, traumas and etc. are

mere seasonings of the recipe in life.

To savor the bitterness of it will only lead one

to sweetness towards

the journey of wonders of the gift of life.

Oh, how I wish to become one like them..

having a counselor, a comforter of pains..