Reserve

As I sat on the sofa, I leaned against an invisible shoulder.  I walked quickly right toward him. He also came toward me, so quickly that we almost hit each other's heads. We both laughed. The obstacle was that I couldn’t see what was holding me back today. 'I shouldn’t have run toward you. If I had been a little faster, we could have ended up hitting each other,' he said. I didn’t say anything. I thought the funnier this meeting began, the better it would be. Yet, typical him, he just a mind-reader. I only smiled and replied, "Let's just go walk, now." yet I remained frozen in space and time, just me and emptiness. We're walking to the city park and just went around, nothing really far but our steps actually might count like a mile. Restless just with him. I simply sat in silence, lost in my thoughts. It's nothing like there's no other place we can be. It's just I found my complete and I don't need to find anywhere else. "If only our ...
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

Deadly Dream Child

"I was strong enough to show myself how clumsy I am. How fool I can be. How stupid I want to be. It's not about how I will end up so boring and trash in the future, no. I become who I really am. Why if God told me to love others as I love myself, when I become someone not even myself?"

"I was supposed to be good. In anything. I was supposed to be smart. In anyways. I am the legend. Someday. But, silly me to think of those things. I might be good on something. I might be smart at sometime. I also the legend. They said. For some reasons, I proud myself as not me. I proud of myself as I am really nobody. Useless, I result."

"It's better to not care, right now. To hurt people you love. To kill their happiness. To suit their joys upon us. I don't care if it's not their faults. It's my bad day. I'm a mirror. In case, you didn't know. I'm a glass. I'm a vase. I'm broken. And it's hurt. It leaves me scar. The scar told me to leave things in mess up. So mess up, until I know, I'm the director of my life. I'm the writer of my soul. I'm the one to be their thorn."

"To say sorry, it's a little bit about late. I knew it. But well, the full fall of rains."

"Madness. We are all mad in the world of madness. We do not care about everything. We just want to stop the empty sound. We want to live loud. And even, alone."

"I live myself alone. And I smiled. Just like in front of the window. To see the crowded scenes and the wind."

"So, what's the result?"

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