i'm the lost chaton. very very lost. sometimes or actually so many times, i forgot what is the purpose of my presence in this big world. they said, even small rock in lonely road has it own task. or maybe i'm even worst than that small tiny rock?
even the lost chaton found her own way back home. me? i'm waiting for somebody to pull me out. i don't have that strength to pull myself out. maybe i'll be in this state for a few moment. or maybe forever?
see, i'm the lost chaton.
meow...meow...
lonely and lonely and lost and lost and lonely again?
even a smile didn't show what the heart want to show
even a gentle word didn't able to comfort this miserable mind
why i'm here?
why other people is has better life than me?
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“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
― Dr. Seuss
