Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded ...
Post a Comment
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

#1 time @morgue :sob: (+)H.Cath :'((


July awaits out of the morgue room
July's face was pale. Her face was wet with her own tears. She was sitting on the waiting chair, in front of the morgue room of St. Angel Hospital. Her whole body was shaking. Her eyes seemed seeing a lot of things when she's even alone that time. It's a cold and silence. Her body was wrapping by the lime-green blanket. She kept cry, but she's pretty.
Someone came out from the morgue room. A slide door whispered. Suddenly, July had a move with her face and looked who's coming. A man with a formal suit. His face also looked pale. More pale than July's. He walked out from the room, passed where July sit. He kept walk and July more cried out loud. And July's cry made him stop to walk.
"It was you...." He whispered. "It was you, July. Who was with her at the last time, right?"
"It's not me." July kept crying. "I was with Lincoln at the living room and then I asked him to wait.. something crowd voice came out from the closet. I didn't know it was Catherine.... I didn't know Catherine was at home..."
"You were in the house for the whole day, July!" He screamed. He turned around. He screamed to July.
"I don't know!" July scared. Her hands tried to close her own ears. "She must already had been there from yesterday! I never saw her in!"
"You are lying!" He came to July and he shake her arms with his hands. "Look at me, July. Look at me!" Then, they both looked each other faces. "They resulted she was die two hours before you found the body. No sick symptoms, just her shocked-face and her heart stopped. What do you think it was, July? What?!" He screamed at her, once again.
She died with her best gown.

July's face was staring at his face. Her cried-voice was gone but she kept the tears.
"She was coming home, July. You knew it." He said again. "She had her own key and she got in to the house. You were with Lincoln watching TV and Catherine had to cross the room just to get to the closet."
“She was coming home, July.”

"I... I didn't see her. I was with Lincoln the whole day and no one was crossing the room. We were opening the backyard's door, so the wind could came in. It must be just the wind."
"July, please, stop. It doesn't make sense!" He shouted.
"Do...you think... I killed her?"

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Like A Superman

He holds my hand and we're going to the grocery store. Lots of couples and the children. "Why don't we have kids, too?" "Hmm... Convince me until the end of our grocery time so we can have kids." I don't remember what he did but he actually made me believe we need to have kids. But, at the end of grocery time, his face turned sad. He found me still in doubt to have kids. "This night, I do." And, he smiled. While we back home, around the neighborhood, we visit the city park.  "You are beautiful." "You are the most handsome person I won't give up to any men, even if he's king of England." "Well, that too much." "Or even, if you don't love me anymore." "I won't." There comes the woman, she used to be his woman. He chats with her while I keep smiling. I know myself. She really loves him. I mean, she is gorgeous, he is gorgeous, and I might be cute. So, he cho...
Read more

Another Past: Monolog

Image
Gwenda Abbon, 18 years old was living in the place, right on the center of the earth, called The Whaledome. It's really a big massive dome and stood side by side with the ancient center earth cave called Ancient Maze. She used to live in the future. You might not want to know the year, but Gwenda told me, our world will not be what we used to know, anymore. Gwenda is a ghost, from the future, she said that she knew she will be on the past after she died. And now, she haunted me. I am the writer. Gwenda told me about the future she is being told before The Whaledome road down to Ancient Maze. She used to be history teacher, there she told me everything about the doomsday. Economy has a throne of power, politics is only seen as a form of fraud and no one believes anyone. Everyone will be crazy for an idea to save the world and war is everywhere. The world is not to be saved, but the souls, as notified by valuable book to everyone. But no one believed it. Earthquake...
Read more

To be Unfaithful

Maybe I'm not the first choice or the one who had been expected. Maybe I'm not someone who is perfect for him. Maybe I'm just holding this during my journey with him. Until I walk alone, try on myself facing the truths , I was slapped with fond memories of his pieces and they were always there in every sheet of my life. I was slapped with how beautiful he had filled my life. At the end of my journey, I know I love him. I think it was a game, but it turned out I found a pillow and blanket  currently most comfort and what I needed. Now, I would never be able to jump over the wall where I did not have any tools to break even destroy it. I just will always cooped up in a cage. Many things I've done to make myself enjoy life in a cage, but it turns out when I realized how bored now, I had forgotten how fun outside the cage. I thought I was late to realize that the world outside the cage, but it turned out they were friends outside the cage care of me, even though I was...
Read more