Expression of self is not easy. It is not easy to understand myself. I guess I can explain about event throughout the day. Things that happened and my thought at that time. It would make hella lot more sense than all these previous posts.
Like how I sit at the airport terminal waiting for the plane to arrive yesterday (March 24), and how I went to eat at Amarin Thai at Great America Parkway for lunch. I can complain about how its beef noodle (aka boat noodle) is not very good -- they should have use better beef. I can complain about how they ran out of fried banana with honey, or the lack of Yen-Ta-Fo noodle. Maybe I can even talk about the dish they drop and broke in the kitchen, or the small area of the restaurant. Better yet, I can talk about its decoration or their employees' conversation and speech style (they were speaking in Thai without knowing that I am Thai). Seriously, I really thought they would be more casual in their conversations. I could write about the trick I learn from Southwest's magazine. I could have talk about the thank you email from a co-worker that was sent out at 1 AM in the morning. All these events and possibilities, but I chose to write about the cryptic inner thought and emotions that truly lack a definite form or good description.
I may know what I did, but not the thought or emotion into it.
เสียงดนตรีหรือสายลมโชย
ใบไม้ร่วงโรยกับเมฆสีดำ
ชีวิตนั้นจะชอกช้ำหรือสวยงามแค่ไหน
แต่สุดท้ายแล้วมันก็ผ่านไป
เกิดขึ้นมาก็มีวันจบไป
โลกยังคงหมุนเวียนและเปลี่ยนไป
สุดแต่ใครที่จะเข้าใจในเรื่องนี้
โมโหโกรธากับฟ้าคะนอง
ชื่อเสียงเงินทองลาภยศรางวัล
ชีวิตนั้นจะโศกสันต์หรือรื่นเริงแค่ไหน
จึงอยากบอกเธอนะคนดี
ใช้ชีวิตให้มี ความสุข ด้วยวันและเวลาที่เธอมี
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