the farewell saying


i'm having a dream
a delusion of a sweetness emotion
i saw myself sinking
into an unknown place
very dark
yet it warm
i want to stay there forever
but the curiosity kills
it setting on the alarm
to wakes me up
from such a beautiful dream
and makes me realize
a sweet dream is just
another visual images
that passing through my mind
but
i am ready to accept any pain
because i know
the trust is the cure
wish this will be last forever
insyaAllah


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an A that being addressed as R
and R being addressed as A
both were stand on a very thin line
of two different unclear world
the new revolutionary of A is a cloud
who tend to suck R's tears
and giving a warm fluffy fatty hugs
and keep it flooded with rainbows of happiness
protecting with her all
so both will stay happily forever
but intensely desirous kills them
maybe she is too eager
it is not wrong to be curious
but its not right to fall for a silhouette
this is actually like a dream
'a delusion of a sweet emotion'
meeting such a charming prince
that she longing for so long
keeping himself in a beautiful silhouette
proudly stand on such a marvelous castle
riding his pegasus to a mountain
and coincidently meet his miracle
R, a grayish outline
that able to shine through her heart
strike the arrow direct into it
crushing to the very thin dark skin
makes it shine with a beautiful love
then it cut into two pieces
before the other half continue the beat inside his beautiful box
a silhouette is something you cant really touch
you cant see
you cant even listen to its voice
the existence is unsure
the feeling is mysterious
but the beat is there
with an unknown thought that you cannot predict
but
when you are already blinded
any rational thought will totally being ignored
though love actually came from a stimulation process
controlled by your brain
the only thing left
is a hope
a hope of a love will stay there forever
control your heart
and everything will be just fine


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there was a guy
his muslim name is 'Harun'
another meaning of 'mountain of strength'
he keep on reading Harun Yahya's works
and telling me stories
and sharing our thought together
instead of i as a muslim give him direction
he as a newbie gave me light of guidance
shining through my darkest heart
giving me a box to fill at
until now
i'm still full with this beautiful remembrance
enjoying every single silence
flashing back every single images
with a little bit of bitter smiles
and full pack of crystal cries
"i'm lucky to have you'
that sound echoes
as far as i remember
i never shown any of my happiness
by having him by my side in this journal of mine
but after i lost him
all i can do is just to write
how empty i am without him to look at
its like i'm having a delusion
which there is nothing to proof the existence of this fairytale
whats left is only God
that give me courage days and nights
if he is still alive
i wish that he will always
stay strong on what ever path that he already grabs
as strong as his name craved well on his character
as strong as mountain stay still on its stand
as strong as the feeling i ever felt
and i know
the story has already reach its end
where the happy ending story
is only a myth in any tales