I am a passing cloud. One that has no shape, no true element to belong to.
I conture myself into shapes others desire to see.
I take no definite form.
I am a passing cloud.
I can turn myself into the raindrops that fall on the Earth,
Moisturizing, nuturing the plants to grow and stand strong.
On a bad day, I can be a violent thunderstorm,
Drenching and hurting all who stand in my way.
I am a passing cloud.
Sometimes, when I feel that the Earth is too polluted to continue living,
I rise back to the skies,
To take back the values of purity and goodness.
To prepare to give it back to the world.
I am a passing cloud.
I am a passing cloud.
I have no shape, no element, no one to lean upon.
Because I have no other intent,
Then to see the best in people.
To tell them I care.
2 weeks have gone. I am officially a 3SGT now. Endurance, End of Course function. Everything.
Thank you IC2, TCTC, SI.
Bunk 3
Sam Seah Guo Hao
Shaun Chia
Gregory Ho
Vincent Lau Bing Chang
Derrick Ng
Martin
Nicholas Teo
Nicholas Wong
Zilly
Eugene Lee
Thank you for the memories.
What did I wanted to say during our parting?
This I believe.
As a specialist, as a person in life, there is only 2 things you can leave behind.
Your actions and your words.
For you all, I have left both.
I may not be the best.
I can only try to do the best, and leave you words that will push you on in the days to come.
In times when you can't find me, or when I'm gone.
My words and my actions.
Are all that will remain.
Those will form memories of me.
Good ones I hope.
Thank you Bunk3.
I should really stop blogging cryptic.
But I can't. Cause sometimes things hurt too much for me to state the facts out.
Stating it is simple. But getting over it is way harder.
I am weird. I know.
But who am I?
A human.
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