melting ice cube
i keep the ice cube in my hand. a very perfect ice cube. smiling at it. proud of it. enjoying it. even it bites me with its own coldness. thinking that it won't ever change. and i forget about the sun. about its heat. about the environment. then finally it melts. drop by drop. then finally i realize that i don't have the ice cube any more. it's water now. i look at it. i know i don't have my ice cube any more. it's not really hurting. but still..there's something strange. there's something changed. not really losing something. just change. different. it's weird. but i can't do anything. it's natural process. i can't ever stop it.
people change sometimes. true.
people change sometimes. true.
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