That Wallflower Writes

You may feel like your world would fall apart. Sometimes you would cry worrying about your future. You always spend your days getting by. Every single time, you worry about what tomorrow would bring to your plain old life. But I have something to tell you. If you haven’t realized it yet. You will just die. Maybe not soon or later. But you will. Trust me. The day would come that all you’re working for would be burned to ashes. Just like your memories. Just like you. One day, you’re not going to be a doctor, a teacher, a nurse, a domestic helper, a pilot, a frustrated writer or dirt on somebody else’s shoes anymore. You will not be that person forever. You will not stay at the top or at the bottom either. Because soon you’ll be nothing. If you’re lucky, you would be a memory. A faded picture. A blurred face from the past. You’re going to be a twisted, recollected, incomplete fragments on somebody else’s thoughts. A glimpse of what had been. And then after a few years, you will b