Eyes when awake, was accidentally kissed ground penetrating odor labyrinth of consciousness. Kusibakkan piece of cloth that held me in silence. When the foot rests on the tiles that look dull, thought-provoking stream of soothing air tuk before heading to the window. Kugapai leaves and slowly opened it. Rinai rain still wrestle with the motherland. CVD seemed a refuge under the shade of a limb. Feathers shut. Its tail is vibrated. Kicaunya mencericit, while calling indukknya that some where.
God's hand scratches menginstruksikanku tuk back to the future. Slowly my eyes closed. Kucumbui throughout the metabolism of foliage that adds to the beauty of the earth. A breeze to embrace the body can not kumelepasnya. The seconds ticked away. Black disks inside the lifeless corpse still spinning endlessly. A play by play recorded clearly in the head.
"How? Even if it comes to separating chasm between me and you, I'm always here, menopangmu and protect you. "
"I do not know. I was confused about what I should do. Decided, was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Consideration also requires thinking. I'm sure, you'd know about it. "And I said, as he looked away.
Suddenly there are two hands holding hands. Strong. And getting stronger. Both the faraway eyes. Sharp.
"I know, this is a very difficult choice. I've known you a long time. I know how you decide. You do not have to answer it now. I will always wait for you also waiting for your answer ... "suddenly stopped and heavier tone" I will accept your decision, or maybe even not at all unheard of that decision will be from you. "
I tried tuk eluded it. I tried to shout, move, also ran, but it turns out it was all just an illusion. Cengekaram was no longer felt. Warm breath no longer caressing eyes, cheeks, chin also. Both balls have switched places. Who knows where, when, and how.
***
The lens has orange beauty bias in the twilight. Hidden from the afternoon sun and gradually began cahanya bits of the moon. Now, it has yellow moon. But never memantikkan lamp light. Concern that has led me in the dark. Dark in the light. Also the light in the darkness of the dark.
Comes to mind to initiate action. But be not allowed. It is now increasingly branched junction. Branch began to relay. Leafy twigs began. And the leaves one by one yellow, dry, then fall.
The tiny body gasp cash. Her body was shivering. Pale hue. And his heart is getting berdegub tight. Sweat poured down the curve of the face also her hand.
"As complicated as life is this?"
"Why in the trunk there are thousands of twigs? And why in each branch there are millions of trees? Then how it sustains stem twigs with leaves menggelayutinya? "
And further ambivalent thoughts that held me back in silence.
"Where happy when I found the wound? Dimakah life when I may touch dimmer? Where is roomy when kujejaki steep? "
Who knows, who knows what's real in life. There are no young parents. There is some separation encounter. All paired.
"And I?" Question menyumbulkan very deep wounds.
Turbulence-turbulence was getting into. And the increasingly acute bifurcation point. Somewhere where it will foot step. Determine the direction. Right? Or is it wrong?
***
Mecca it is no longer you. Wherever you because fangs show kenistaanmu. To be honest because it's not, but because all have passed. Knife incision was still chained to know when it arrived at a time I can forget you. . .
Silence is not a settlement. Moreover cursed. But listen and learn is that there will be unmatched intelligence. Two eyes of God created for us to look carefully. Two ears of God created to always be a loyal listener. God created one mouth for a little spoken word. But God also created two hands for me merengkuhmu despite the illusion. Also two feet to move step by step. However, there is only one heart to feel, a little, do not need excessive, so it hurt me.
***
"Sister, you really do not deserve tears, this separation is not significant we can not be together anymore. Believe. Later I fetch it with sacred banners that accompany biting my way with you. "
Speech is always crossed hope that mugkin never and will never be linked to ideals even love. Now I understand. As with other human beings, all of it must be realistic. Despite the drama of life continues to spin forever. All that should be ignored. Heart says no matter what, life must keep in line with reality.
Hypocrisy has struggled and became friends. Kelegawaan, sacrifice, and sincerity have been contrary to the opponents.
"Ah! Never mind, let it remain a bifurcation bifurcation. Needless to thinking, especially solving. As long as I'm still able to survive, even at the threshold, let God put the foot where it will lead. "
25 April 2013 23:45
God's hand scratches menginstruksikanku tuk back to the future. Slowly my eyes closed. Kucumbui throughout the metabolism of foliage that adds to the beauty of the earth. A breeze to embrace the body can not kumelepasnya. The seconds ticked away. Black disks inside the lifeless corpse still spinning endlessly. A play by play recorded clearly in the head.
"How? Even if it comes to separating chasm between me and you, I'm always here, menopangmu and protect you. "
"I do not know. I was confused about what I should do. Decided, was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Consideration also requires thinking. I'm sure, you'd know about it. "And I said, as he looked away.
Suddenly there are two hands holding hands. Strong. And getting stronger. Both the faraway eyes. Sharp.
"I know, this is a very difficult choice. I've known you a long time. I know how you decide. You do not have to answer it now. I will always wait for you also waiting for your answer ... "suddenly stopped and heavier tone" I will accept your decision, or maybe even not at all unheard of that decision will be from you. "
I tried tuk eluded it. I tried to shout, move, also ran, but it turns out it was all just an illusion. Cengekaram was no longer felt. Warm breath no longer caressing eyes, cheeks, chin also. Both balls have switched places. Who knows where, when, and how.
***
The lens has orange beauty bias in the twilight. Hidden from the afternoon sun and gradually began cahanya bits of the moon. Now, it has yellow moon. But never memantikkan lamp light. Concern that has led me in the dark. Dark in the light. Also the light in the darkness of the dark.
Comes to mind to initiate action. But be not allowed. It is now increasingly branched junction. Branch began to relay. Leafy twigs began. And the leaves one by one yellow, dry, then fall.
The tiny body gasp cash. Her body was shivering. Pale hue. And his heart is getting berdegub tight. Sweat poured down the curve of the face also her hand.
"As complicated as life is this?"
"Why in the trunk there are thousands of twigs? And why in each branch there are millions of trees? Then how it sustains stem twigs with leaves menggelayutinya? "
And further ambivalent thoughts that held me back in silence.
"Where happy when I found the wound? Dimakah life when I may touch dimmer? Where is roomy when kujejaki steep? "
Who knows, who knows what's real in life. There are no young parents. There is some separation encounter. All paired.
"And I?" Question menyumbulkan very deep wounds.
Turbulence-turbulence was getting into. And the increasingly acute bifurcation point. Somewhere where it will foot step. Determine the direction. Right? Or is it wrong?
***
Mecca it is no longer you. Wherever you because fangs show kenistaanmu. To be honest because it's not, but because all have passed. Knife incision was still chained to know when it arrived at a time I can forget you. . .
Silence is not a settlement. Moreover cursed. But listen and learn is that there will be unmatched intelligence. Two eyes of God created for us to look carefully. Two ears of God created to always be a loyal listener. God created one mouth for a little spoken word. But God also created two hands for me merengkuhmu despite the illusion. Also two feet to move step by step. However, there is only one heart to feel, a little, do not need excessive, so it hurt me.
***
"Sister, you really do not deserve tears, this separation is not significant we can not be together anymore. Believe. Later I fetch it with sacred banners that accompany biting my way with you. "
Speech is always crossed hope that mugkin never and will never be linked to ideals even love. Now I understand. As with other human beings, all of it must be realistic. Despite the drama of life continues to spin forever. All that should be ignored. Heart says no matter what, life must keep in line with reality.
Hypocrisy has struggled and became friends. Kelegawaan, sacrifice, and sincerity have been contrary to the opponents.
"Ah! Never mind, let it remain a bifurcation bifurcation. Needless to thinking, especially solving. As long as I'm still able to survive, even at the threshold, let God put the foot where it will lead. "
25 April 2013 23:45
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