going to the endless day

I see shadow of mine

and it's so tiny

and felt so muddy

everything seems so different

when you're sick

and endlessly seeking for medication

and from there, knowing something new

sick, should we be glad or not?

for knowing that ,

we were still alive

and those viruses were still able to attack us.

life is like a cup,

it might be full and

we can continue to pour in more

and it would be able to get new input

but to leak out...

so empty the cup

and we will be able to make the cup full again..

even thought bit by bit..