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Every person is a miracle that happens and exists on this planet.
Once….now…. we exist here. It is sad to know that someday in the future, we will be no more.
Maybe, the great effort and respectability of a person is only to leave the mark on this planet.
The mark that confirms the miracle of living.
To tell the new generation that….
We also “lived” and “existed” here.
Kanogpong Songsompan (1967-2007) / Writer
In the darkness
Among the fog of pollution created by us the intelligent being,
lying a black gigantic creature.
If you try to listen,
you will hear its breath.
The dying breath of the chaotic…..metropolis.
We are part of this gigantic creature.
Part of its system
Part of its social norm
Like the blood flow though its vein and keep it growing,
growing up with no destination.
Being a part of it doesn’t mean that we can be happy with how the society is.
Because sometimes…..
for someone….
Growing up left them behind from the reality,
isolated from everything.
They can only be strangers to this city,
strangers to this planet.
Strangers who watch others live their lives
but can never associate……
…forever
At the end of the day,
Sunset is floating down,
down to the horizon
on the starless sky.
In the longest night
Nothing but death of the darkness,
it makes my heart broken
in the cold endless night.
The darkness of the night falls upon people,
like drowning in the river slipping to the bottom of an empty universe.
How long will tonight last?
How can I survive through the night?
I don’t know how long this frozen heart can bear the suffering.
There will be a beautiful dawn tomorrow, I know,
but this shattered heart may not tolerate longer.
Because my heart cannot take this
...anymore