A Paragraph

After night journey, across the dark and its usual halt. Outside, rain is whitening my sight. Meanwhile, I am not interesting to the farness. And me, forced to keep crooning. The only  song, same tra lah la. By it, I wish milieu will be colorful, not only visualized in black and white.

And maybe, I must just be like them. Begin to say, “now I am old,”. Become less melancholic, less sensitive, and less able to care. The everything , that keep asking me to dance gauchelessly . To struck a clear parlor, reflecting blur shadow of free and easy days. Hail me as the dreamer. Long live rock and roll…

Here, the gambling  found its trace. Hopes handed its astray. And me, no more deserve to dream or  seduce.

Is it the destiny?. Follow the activities as straight as your hair bangs. Get used to put a cake into a glass jar,chose a behavior of pedestrians I meet as topic of conversation? Use tissue to wipe the television tube in a weekends?

What a wonderful livewhat is all about?

And I begin to understand, that true love is gibberish. Someone,  possible  to be together with somebody for  their will. Blind love is justification for a people who trapped on their own choices, its real, everyone only fall in love for their love.

But I want to see and translating those trough different view. Just like your habit to argue that this is a live, what we can be?. Try to find the path, a direct way to understanding that the justice is exist, from the old time it is  exist. Then I don’t have to be ungodly, by don’t believe in god.

But you know I am alone. And I can’t manage my self well. Knowledge is religion,  and I might be wrong to chose my religion. It is too late to be conscious and careful person, and doesn’t you know that I don’t  like boy scout.

It is my own debate, and I keep it for my self as a part of this. Unfortunately, its also forced you to be care. Because you was pulled as another part.

Now I am trying to be simple. Just like, meet you in the park. To discuss a hoya tree which make it dark, or any topic regularly, sequencing and accurate, like sport.

Try to forget how melodramatic or tragic a thing from certain view. To forget a names and terms which lead into silly fight. Step aside a sadness from everything that never change. Only to be union of you and me. Forever and ever.

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