I finally find that I am
lost. I finally realize that I am paralyzed. I finally know that I sink in the
same mistake; the mistake of loving you; the one that I thought would be easy
to conquer, the one that I previously never dreamt about, the one who now owns
my empty shoulders which become the end of the tears and agony.
This world is blanketed by
nothing but irony. Those beggars ask me nothing but this water in my hand; the
one that is clear, pure, and calm, the one that I always bring whenever you are
thirsty of this fake savanna. But the sea that you wish; to where you move your
feet, to where you will lie on the white sand, to where you will swim and
swallow the water. I am still keeping this water for you…
You finally reach
the bank, and I finally know how blue it is. I stand right behind you, still
keeping this water for you while you still walking to the sea. I wish I could
hold you. I wish I could kiss you. I wish I could love you all my life. But you
wish your sea. I wish I could warm you from the whistling wind. But my hands
are keeping this water; the one that I will always keep..
.........for you.




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