Rose, Sun, and Rain

Two of one peculiar kind, grasping the same space underneath the sky. That’s who they are, that’s what they are.

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She is a girl learning to love,
dazzled by the way a hand is reaching out.
For the first time ever,
she knows she is wanted.

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In Between

I was — I am — taking a new path, leaving all the burdens behind. Those boring black shoes. The inconvenient long-sleeved shirt. Words that got swallowed up in fear. Most importantly the fear itself.

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Remember the dawn at the harbour when we stood few feet apart, watching the crowds gathering as the moon hide behind some obscure gray clouds? You think it’s the end, but for me it’s the beginning.

I guess something did end back then though. Maybe it’s the affection, or simply the care. Nothing important since as I’ve said, for me, that was the beginning.

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BYMB: Ch. 01 – because of you i’m not wavering right now

Carmen merasa seperti terbakar. Kemarahan dan kegugupan–kekhawatiran–mengisi tubuhnya seperti minyak yang diumpankan pada kobaran api. Dalam hitungan jam, mungkin bahkan menit, ia akan terpaksa melepaskan kendali akan shirnya dan membakar sesuatu. Menghancurkan sesuatu.

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Seseorang pernah mengatakan padanya, vampir yang tidak memiliki hati tidak memiliki sihir.

Mungkin perkataan itu ada benarnya.

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Scenes Without Sound

Isn’t this nice? The silence. The colours that are muted because you can no longer feel the buzzing of each and every spectrum.

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Take my hand and leave the deafening world. Get rid of people. Get rid of love. Get rid of the burdens stripping away the last bit of kindness you still have. 

My own world — your new home — has no place for either things. We are the only people left. There is no need for love when I plan to let go of your hand just as quickly as you take it. My company is only to pass the gate. From here on, your life is yours to live. I have no need of you. You certainly have no need of me. 

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