"Because people aren’t machines or toys built in factories, we’re special and complicated. Our uses, the colors of our hearts, our scents, our pressure points or weaknesses that hurt even when something grazes it—everyone is different. One must look for a long while just to make out their outlines. That’s why that woman doesn’t believe in fateful loves. She didn’t believe."
Selasa, 12 Februari 2013
Rabu, 06 Februari 2013
That girl part 8
Why do people hate other people? Why do they treat them differently? Why do they want to step on the weak? There must be people who aren’t like that. Where are all those people? I thought if there were just one person like that, it would be nice. Since then, being alone was always more comfortable.
That girl’s door did not open for a long time. Invitations began to pile on her doorstep, two, then three.
A person who came close like a new breeze, a person who blocks a gale like a shelter from the wind.
For the first time, that girl grows afraid of her own desire to open her door.
Selasa, 29 Januari 2013
That girl part 7
To that girl, a scar was like falling into deep water.
Those people who don’t know the depth of that scar just wonder why she can’t swim out.
There are so many people who are rude to a other's scar.
She didn’t want to hear such empty words. At least one person… from one person…
Rabu, 23 Januari 2013
That girl part 6
That girl believes that fate is when the thread of her heart connects quietly with another's.
She thinks that invisible string is what allows people to feel and understand each other, even with the smallest vibration.
That girl feels uneasy when one heart suddenly gets mixed together with lots of different ones.
So fate, please.. don't pull my heart so hard...
That girl part 5
When she goes out into the world, that girl becomes invisible.
When she gets pushed out aside by shoulders, stepped on by feet, stuck in between the lines, she feels like she doesn't invisible in the world. So she hid in her room. That small room was soft and comfortable.
Like a nest to a bird that's injured it wing.
In that space, that girl can breathe freely.
She never once missed the outside world or dreamt of it. At least until now...