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 ...
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

One Night Car

I am not sure
I'm sitting in front of my desk
I hope a happy end comes true
A black hair and tall
Smile and branding style
Watch me from far sunset
Telling me we gotta go

I am not sure
I'm sitting on back-seat
He is driving listening
Watch me spionage
A fat lady goes funny
A nice chatter went negotiate
Telling him about money and family

I am not sure
I'm sitting on back-seat
Arrived at hospital lobby
I felt this not for me
I let elevator pick me
He's gone for a longer parking
Telling me all pasts chasing me

I am not sure
I'm standing inside the lift
A corner I must not being seen
Curious elder staring at me
Both messaging of threats notice
She's out leaving a fright scene
Telling her I have to start running

I am not sure
I'm running in every hallway
Searching for a sanctuary
He never appears to help me
Busy schedule until Monday
They caught me anyway
Telling me he's not for me

I am not sure
I'm standing alone at a lobby
They said she's coming
It scared the hell out of me
Disguise won't spare me
Pair of shoes left back at me
Telling her a miserable memory

I am not sure
I just want to leave this place
A little train stopping at lobby
So I said, "Yes, hop me in."
The drivers strangers but nicer
But he appears with black sweater and backpacker
Telling me he's now coming for me

I am not sure
We both driving on a road
He remembered about money and family
How my sister is behind all these
Telling him you're same as tricky
Never loves me

I am not sure
It's not like I'm too a free-spirit
Or he's too similar with me
Since we both playing and singing
He is still sweet and charming
Telling me he knows I'm the favourite
I think I can handle it

I am not sure
I'm writing a mind speaking
Write him a letter of who ends the deeds
A failure encounter of final meeting
He's busy so I ask him to leave
Maybe this relationship is grieving
Telling him I don't have to be greed

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