decision's tree

I am in my thought process. And in the thoughts time doesn’t exist. The nonexistence of the time seems endless.

The choices are simple; it's either to say it or not to say it. The consequences are clear; happy or regret. Forget those damn logical reasons and just say it. People do stupid things and so could I.

The warm sunlight and the noise from people around remind me and pull me back from my unconscious state of mind. The tree that I rest my back on slightly shakes with the wind and its branches swing lively. The ground in front of me is so warm that I can feel its warmness touching my eyes from far distance.

I could be happier if I don’t have such problem in my mind. I sit here for a long time, try to solve it, but until now I still have the same sense of terribleness.

I’d better get going. Perhaps things will be better just by itself. I should say what I supposed to say and that should be all. The only problem is the answer that I will get in return.

And at the end of the eternity, decision has been made.

And so be it.

Ivo

Who is me?
Me is Ivo.

Who is Ivo?
Ivo is a boy, a poor boy.

What does Ivo mean?
Ivo doesn’t know but what the heck!

Where is Ivo?
Ivo is standing in front of a hotdog shop.

Where exactly is Ivo at the hotdog shop?
Ivo is waiting at the service counter, on the footpath, in front of the hotdog shop.

What is Ivo waiting for?
Ivo is waiting for... ah! he comes!

Who is coming?
The waiter is coming.

What will the waiter do?
He will ask Ivo what Ivo wish to have from his hotdog shop.

And what will Ivo reply to that question?
I want a German sausage with everything and fried chicken, to take home

- snip -
“Can I help you, young boy?”
“I want a German sausage with everything and fried chicken, to take home”
“A German sausage?”
“Yes”
“With everything?”
“Everything”
“Something else?”
“Fried chicken”
“For here?”
“To take home”
“OK, a German sausage with everything and fried chicken, to take home. Ready in seconds young boy!”
- snip -

The little match and the sunflower

The little match falls in love with the sunflower.
The sunflower, whose every morning slowly blooms,
and under the sunlight it shines,
truly lovely beyond words can say.
The beautiful sunflower, however,
never looked at the little match.
Not even for a tiny glance at its way.
The poor little match keeps its love just alone,
more and more it loves the sunflower,
for every single day.

Since the sunflower turns and looks only to the sun.
The little match made up its mind,
lights up itself and sets itself to fire.
Wishes to make a tiny golden light,
without fear to die.

The little match made up its mind,
lights up itself and brightens itself with its little fire.
Wishes the sunflower might look at its way,
once for a short single while.

The little match brightly shines with its enlightened mind,
but only for a short while.
The amber sunflower then turns to look at...
… and found no one but only match's ashes…
that left behind after the fire.
The lonely little match has had so much love in its mind.
Only she turned to see,
only she gave a tiny look with her sight…
was already greater than its desire.

Since the flower turns and looks only to the sun.
The little match made up its mind,
Lights up itself and sets itself to fire.
Wishes to make a tiny golden light,
without a fear to die.

The little match made up its mind,
Lights up itself and for love it sacrifices.
Just wishes the sunflower might look at its way,
just once…
for a short precious single while.

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Inspired by the original Thai music "Mai Keed Fai kub Dok Taan Tawaan (The match and the sunflower)" by Wiyada Komalakul