Life...

the atmosphere is thick with emotions.. the humming of medical equipments and the digital screens displaying the organic functions of the body, together keeping him alive. he looks normal apart from all the tubes rooted into his body and gauzes which are planted in his nose and ears keeping blood in.. he looks so normal.. he is my friend, my brother..

there on bed 17, as almost still as he lays, he is fighting for a window to survive, he is fighting for the dreams yet to fulfill and the love he yet to blossom. there are so much and too many things for him to do.. he has to fight and he will.

tears poured uncontrollably inside and outside the room. the fact that he is the one lying on the bed is unconceivable. memories of him couldn't reconcile with the harsh reality now. why does the irony of life is for one who speaks the most to now making statement through silence.

brother, we still have whiskeys and wines to test, badminton to play. we still have to remind each other that we are friends of 17 years and beyond. you have to wake up! take your deserved rest and wake up.. .wake up.

posted by Viz @ Wednesday, April 11, 2007