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

Her Hour

She took everything from the little bird. The most beautiful woman turned this little bird into an ugly duck.

This most beautiful woman decided to to make a bet on this little bird. This little bird blindly took the offer. 

This little bird never learn to fly free for the little bird always being put in cage.

If only the most beautiful woman knows.
Yet, she never knows. The little bird has turned into an ugly duck and the little bird has full of regrets.

Like a curse. Like a death sentence. 
The little bird is now sick.
The little bird has nowhere to go.
The little bird believes her wings broken.

This hour of sadness
The little bird has lost a will to live
The little bird asked why must still live?
There is no future
Only things that made up by mind tricks.

The little bird is an ugly duck yet pretends still the little bird.

The little bird against the world, now.
The ugly duck against the world.
No one wants 

Thank you, the most beautiful woman.
Maybe one day, the little bird can go.
Maybe one day, the little bird can free.
And by that one day, the little bird dies.

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