Nguyên Anh

It was a cold evening. Everything's cold. I took a ride to the street. A cold wind blew through my hair, my face, or every single point of my hand, flow it up, down, like a mountain of ice travelling on the ocean of earth. I saw many faces, many very new faces, hurry, emotionless, young, old, hopeful or upset... crossed over me, over and over again, new and very new again. I wondered what they were doing, what they were thinking, they live for something or nothing, what their purpose of life, and when their rout would end. I saw them in turn flooded over my eyes, nonesense and rush.

There was a message to me from a young boy in the evening "chieu nay lanh lam chen tra nong bac giai nhe". I would go but i said no. Just when i was feeling upset, i wanna talk with nobody, nobody but my younger brother, my very closed friend, my loyal servant, my dog, yep, but he's dead. That's all i can tell about him now. That's all he left me behind. Dead. He's dead and i'm alive, continue to live in this world, to see how world changes, how everything change. But sometimes i feel ABSOLUTELY alone in this real world.

I walked down on the street, as i had walked many times 5 years ago. That was a long time for a lifelong, but just a wink of mother Earth. Yep that time i was a boy, a very young boy with many seemed old thought. I thought so much. Enough to make my face deep in sorrow, my eyes deep in dreams, my hand deep in debt. As that time I all day spent walking nowhere, now i walked again, nowhere again and nonesense, again. Yep, life is a book, but sometimes it costs nothing to " chie^m nghie^m.", cause you would never know whenever those "chie^m nghie^m." will make your life better, just make you older and always upset. So, again and again, sometimes i feel ABSOLUTELY alone in this real world.

This long time I felt like i are missing, forgotten, no more existance, or even disappeared in the cold world. Sometimes i even call my phone number my self to realize that I still am one of this (always ready to) changable world. I walked throught a small coffee store by chance, and realized that it was a familiar place which i have spent many time stay there for a cup of coffee. I odered a little black coffee ( the boy brought me a hot milk one but it was ok), and just silently listenning to a piano sound always in there. The sound brought me much comfortable, and so much memory about my "youth", my student, my younger lifetime. Of course i'm not elder yet, but it make me feel younger. Those time i would live with fire in my heart, go anywhere, stay anytime, see anything and study everything i was curious with. That seemed to be the good time enough to remember silently when you feel ABSOLUTELY lonely in the real world.

Yep. Sometimes you wonder what your life will be, and that's all about the evening i felt upset because of the feeling ABSOLUTELY lonely in this cold nonesence world.