When amazing wonderful Missing
When Missing
Body without soul
Belia is always but a very old
Always move but not budge
Looks real but looks fake ..
I do not know how long the memories can be erased just like that. I have not been able to release you so far. The ruins of the memories still stuck in the frame of my life. I know that the beginning of the meeting was a little difficult for me to meet you. Candamu then when I saw myself still recorded well until now. Four September 2016 is the beginning to string a million stories between you and me. Such an interesting story that I could not find my way home. I have been in the circle of your love. You so sincerely accept me as I am. Even my crooked idealism does not care to understand me. Your love is so sincere for me, at least that's what I feel and experience the moment with you.
Until it was time for me to say goodbye. Exactly the story ends on the afternoon of November 30, 2016. Your words are so simple but very touching this heart of heart. Until now still continue to make an impression and you know so hard to forget it.
"Brother, I can not love anything", you say the conversation began. I'm not silent because I do not like your words, but I want you to finish your story.
"Brother, why silence?", Your question invites me to imagine. Indeed to me the imagination is synonymous with the taste that wants to be spoken.
"Are you ok?", You ask again. Until finally I started to open my mouth.
"Yes, I'm fine deck", I'm silent again.
We are silent for a long time. No one can speak. As if our mouths have been sewn with the problems we are facing. Or maybe our brains are busy looking for answers to our problems. Ahhh .. how unique to play with wishful thinking. I thought to myself.