BE DONE

It's a moment when you said "be done" to every memory, every heart, every soul, every tear. To everything. And to everybody. Patience is something that comes up like a sun. It helps. Indeed, it makes you see things colorful and it lets life seem happy, hopeful. It makes people seem glossy. It is like a miracle that you have been blessed to have, they say. Maybe it doesn't. Who knows... Have you ever thought how bad it can turn out to be. For, the coming rain right after the sun. In fact it can rain cats and dogs. So heavily, with the though flashes with noisy thunders. That's where the limit of patience is about to be exhausted. When you feel tired, sick and worried. When you start to ask yourself for why you have been trying so hard. When you begin to think to where all you have been doing is going to take you. When you question that if you are taking back for all the things you have been doing. Just like how the rain let you think. It always has this spleenful effect, doesn't it? Making you walk around with the sad, blue clouds in your head. Or with the blue, sadly angry tears on your head in the case of having the flashes and the thunders. It can be where you say "enough". To everything.... Unless there is no rainbow right after the rain. You get convinced that "all worths". Someone might make you get convinced. That speacial one. Either the memories convince you. Admittedly, they are much powerful than they seem. Or you. You sell yourself on. Provided that you are too connected to what makes you say "enough". Provided that you are too optimistic. Too optimistic that something can let you see the rainbow. And the rainbows are debonair! They are, indeed, unique. So gorgeous with their shape and for they are hued, of course. Well, that's when you get back to the beginning. Starting to see everything colorful, hopeful, serene. But, haven't you ever heard that rainbows show themselves not for long?For each human being in the life, there is a moment where you lose your shine and start to sleep with the rain drops. Rain drops, afterwards, might let you see the rainbow. But it all ends. None of us is that patient to bear something that kills our soul. It all comes to an end. For the beginnings with the ones who will hide the rain for us.