A Story Where, You Just Need To Be Alone.
At the day, where it was so beautiful. All the creations in
the world were made by the love of God. I could hear the bird singing, the
whisper from sacred forest, a long voice with shouting from the orange skies and the
hard waves from cascading waters. It fills my lung when I inhale. I’ve been here for a long time,
dreaming and being busy to decide where’s the one decision I need to fix. I had
so many war in my head, where I could be so sensitive when I thought about, I
want to liberate my self. I know what’s the kind of this. The girl who really
loved the solitude.
It’s been like all the nature was calling to drag me in. The
day I tried to make a deal with my heart, the consequences of human. There’re
too many things who could make me feel, how painful it was. I had so many
questions when I grew up. I asked to Mum and Dad, where’s the best place to
breath then they answered “ In the wild of sacred realm “. The day of my
process, where I always thinking and looking for something that Mum and Dad
told me. I burnt up, I don’t care where I am but I always try my best to
discover, where’s the good ones.
When I get older, be mature and realize. Yes,
I have to liberate myself. I have to appreciate what’s the thing that I decide
and here, the feeling was too big. I’m falling in love and I find it out. I wanna
touch the skies and say that I love them. I figure that someday I will walk in
the middle of prairie, across the stars to the moon in the dark of the light
night, kiss the water and feel how amazing that power is. I dream that someday,
the wings will grow from my back and I will be the angel, flies to circling the
secret of this universe.
I was born from the loneliness and I will be back to
the loneliness. The promise of desires. This is what I decide. I will leave
this, all of the annoying toxics become a modern-girl. I will meet you in the
womb of nature. I’m done with the hidden pictures of me, thanks. This is my
life and I decide this. I just proud and relieved.

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