POT

What can I do when I ran out of tears?

Shall I keep crying with no tears? Shall I stop crying? Shall I weep?

OR

Shall I start thinking of how fool am I?

If everything is happening for a reason … what’s the reason?

If god always keep the good for me … Where is the good?

and, If my days are running and my good years are reaching to an end …. When will the good come?

I don’t know but I have to believe, there is no choice in world I have been forced to come and torched to live.

I have to believe in the reason, in the good that exists and will come, that’s why I keep throwing my hopes and dreams in any land I cross by without considering the soil. I cannot judge soil before testing it. Yet, I’m tried from having the bad soils all the time.

I wish to have at least a small pot with suitable soil, where I will plant one bean and guard it for good.