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

Second Time

The way I feel for a second time, I'm not afraid.
I know about it, to feel your body reacts.
The first time I was sitting on this hill, full of greens.
I don't remember but the changing, same moments like the second time.
The second time I was running, someone chasing.
I didn't give up, its just I realize it was the time.
Its quiet different with the first time, though I know but never thought.
A flame is the first thing I see, and I was calm about it.
A soft beaming lights get through my body, and all become white.
The weight so lighter, I fell down and maybe its the fallen.
Yet I'm smiling and not feel any pain, I learn I'm ready.
I don't tremble of anything, I don't know what I left behind either.
My skin went different, I know how it feels funny.
The first time, I sit on the hill alone and enjoy the wind breeze.
The second time, I was flying down and like dancing on the air.
The never ending time dimension,  the peace.
The first time I was alone, now, too.
But someone next to me, now, He knows too.
What is it about? Its almost 6 years.

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