And he puffs his cigar, standing with arms akimbo, he uttered some chants thoughtlessly. I tried to listen carefully and discreetly in a way he wouldnt recognized my curiousity. The words he said were things I cannot understand. He was sort of talking with an imaginary friend and debating on something. Our eyes met and I was jerked inside..I walked with bigger strides so as I will be passed him and I never cared to look back. The next day, no more cigar in his hands, he was sitting in a bench while both hands were placed in the face of a white dog and feathers were starting to fall off..but I figured, in his eyes he looked like a lassie…this time his eyes were just so locked up steadily at the dog until I walked passed him..
Succeeding days were alike, he would either be talking alone with a cigar or just sitting around the corner with his meaningless chants always donned in old boxers and ripped shirts. Why do I care and noticed what he does? He is just one of those people who have lost the grasp to sanity…It’s because I want to ask him if he still feels pain.{not physically) or what he still dreams of after all. Or do I just envy him..He wouldnt care of any bills to pay, or even work and be pressured more than enough for deadlines to meet..Or how to save for rainy days..Or maybe he envies us..Maybe he wanted also to work,..to party and drink every saturday night.He wanted to be of help, wanted and be needed. I felt lucky because even if I’m srangled between bills to pay and what not, I have a chance to be needed, be loved and enjoy life the way I wanted to…not just sit in one corner and be useless…..
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