Listening...writing...reading....what else should I do just to escape from this abstinence...in this edge of tedium. sad but true I was alone in the valley of delusion and broken dreams that will never be fixed in a snap of seconds. To gain an invisibility power is a desire of any imaginative minds but to someone like me, being invisible to the eye of someone I like is some kind of a torture.The scenario of being so close but yet so far, even the moment that you have to ignore the chant of your dessicated chest was like having a hemorrhage.
His mysterious eyes, I like,...yet I can't looked at it. Afraid not to see myself through it or he might read the concealed reality in my eyes. Such like, spotting the dew of sea breeze at night was culled as sanctuary of denial. we're standing in a straight path range but still the rigid wall between us opposing which sets us apart. Pondering the scenes of now and then, nothing is about us.
Choice was already painted even there's no painter in day by day of pretensions. Drown in the ocean of gigantic sharks...hunting and sinking one's teeth into my innocent- warm-blooded flesh.
Almost tired, breathless..its time to move on..to live behind this bitter- sweet tale of heart. His eyes will be just mysterious as it is and my shadow will just fade away...slowly...by the wind.
