watching people walking from different angle of life,
or happily walking office boy with no more burden--
he just resigned.
or worried face of le tourist
getting lost in the city
or the starry eyes of Bangladehsi cleaners at the escalator
or watchy eyes of the policeman at the police counter
every and each of us have one thing in common,
which is an
that needed to be filled with --
love that makes people alive,
that keeps their spirit burning
that makes the river continue flowing
and wind breezing.
i miss you, Love.