has passed.
and the world rotate, revolve, as always.
whether a man spend this day with fine meals and good sleep,
or in hunger and fear..
or in anger and tear..
the day still passed all the same, not a sec faster, or slower.
three scenes in my mind.
the first is..
of the little girl that inspired my first 'untitled' story.
the little girl who could probably call herself my first love.
the only girl i exchange letter with almost every day.
the only time i felt in love the way a teenager would.
twelve years ago, and today...
the similarity is ironic.
the first time we met, she just broke up, and there i was.
today, she just broke up, and here i am.
but we have read the last page long time ago.
the second is..
of the woman whom i saw tonite.
a man was pulling his suitcase, while barking at the woman.
while she argued back, in that weary and angry voice.
she tried to be strong but her voice was shaky.
the man.. who knows what he is thinking?
she said, " just go... just go!!"
in anger.
but maybe deep inside..she had wanted to say
"please return to me, i will forgive you"
the man would continue to blame her,
while walking away.
the man.. who knows what he is thinking?
i can still remember vividly that scene.
it was so heart-piercing.
if only you know how it feels to be their child.
and the third..
is of my cousin.
she was pregnant, her second child.
i still saw her last month, happily.
few days ago.. she lost the child.
three months old,
it had head, arms, and legs.
gone.
so she brought the 'baby' home.
washed it clean,
buried it inside a vase,
and planted flower there.
i am not someone who easily feel for others.
but to picture how my cousin brought the baby home,
how she lovingly washed it clean,
and painfully buried it.
it's simply.. unbearable.
and the world rotate, revolve, as always.
whether a man spend this day with fine meals and good sleep,
or in hunger and fear..
or in anger and tear..
the day still passed all the same, not a sec faster, or slower.
three scenes in my mind.
the first is..
of the little girl that inspired my first 'untitled' story.
the little girl who could probably call herself my first love.
the only girl i exchange letter with almost every day.
the only time i felt in love the way a teenager would.
twelve years ago, and today...
the similarity is ironic.
the first time we met, she just broke up, and there i was.
today, she just broke up, and here i am.
but we have read the last page long time ago.
the second is..
of the woman whom i saw tonite.
a man was pulling his suitcase, while barking at the woman.
while she argued back, in that weary and angry voice.
she tried to be strong but her voice was shaky.
the man.. who knows what he is thinking?
she said, " just go... just go!!"
in anger.
but maybe deep inside..she had wanted to say
"please return to me, i will forgive you"
the man would continue to blame her,
while walking away.
the man.. who knows what he is thinking?
i can still remember vividly that scene.
it was so heart-piercing.
if only you know how it feels to be their child.
and the third..
is of my cousin.
she was pregnant, her second child.
i still saw her last month, happily.
few days ago.. she lost the child.
three months old,
it had head, arms, and legs.
gone.
so she brought the 'baby' home.
washed it clean,
buried it inside a vase,
and planted flower there.
i am not someone who easily feel for others.
but to picture how my cousin brought the baby home,
how she lovingly washed it clean,
and painfully buried it.
it's simply.. unbearable.
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