It was raining heavily on the first April unknown year when I accidently heard absurd conversations from a girl and a boy.
A girl asked to a boy, "why are you depressed? Life is really beautiful!" And a boy sounded like holding his laugh. It made a girl asked again to him, "what? Why you have that expression? Was my question funny?" And then a boy asked her back, "why do you have asthma? There are so many airs and you can just freely breath it in and out!"
She could not answer his question and slowly took her deep breath, cried, and after took a while she started to answer his question sadly, "a doctor told to my parents and they told me that my airways become inflamed narrow and swell and produce extra mucus so that is why I cannot just breath airs in when my asthma relapsed."
Well at the time I felt so sad after she answered his question, but my feeling fliped over fastly after I heard her more words. "I have right to be sad here because physically I'm struggling with my illness, but you are fine. You don't have to struggle like me. You don't have any problems with your physic. You are perfectly complete to enjoy this beautiful life."
And the boy released his laughter so loudly that the roar in the sky was not too heard. Then with laughter that still sounded in my ears which starting to itch, he said to her, "So I have to have asthma, get heart attack, crawling in the ground, bleeding, or maybe I have to die first so someone can finally understand that I am sick?"
"But..." she was about to say something to him when he finally walked away and said quickly, "don't compete your illness with my pain. You never know how many times I hope I wish I was a cat so I don't have to feel constant griefnesses and still can go to heaven tho I got hit by a truck accidently or carelessly."
What the flower he just said about?
I was about to ran to him, slapped him in the face, and said, "don't compare your life to my life while all I can do is just meow meow." When my hooman came to bring me back and put me in the cage.
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