A Piece of Broken Wing

Obstructed memories

"sometimes we love the wrong person, but sometimes without us knowing it, that's one way, that will make us meet the right person"

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The silence of the night and the breeze, as if to menggalauan i someone who has now lost his heart . because the moorings of his heart have moved to another heart. the sound of the crickets plaza trying to greet the broken hearts of the wounds of uncertainty added to the melody that accompanied him grieving.

A piece of heart that is now injured makes it slapped many times by circumstances that should have made it aware since a long time ago.that it should, he had to step back so as not to be in pain so much. But when his love incarnates like a roll of waves rolling on the sea floor, who will be able to deny it.

That's how when love is burning, we won't be able to extinguish it just trying not to get burned by it but who can predict its presence? we can fall in love unconditionally.

From behind the curtain of his room decorated in color now he contemplates, regrets, realizes, however great the taste we have will never be enough to make the one we love accompany. when only you feel, the, then it is certainly disappointed.if only one side of the wings is scratched a deadly poison arrow bow though, it might be different, will improve then can return to fly together or lost rot but will eventually remain together.

Relieving, releasing, not just unraveling the bond.but, of the scrolls of memories there will still be residual left.

A pair of eyes that did not want to be closed because the shadow of the smile embraced his mind, then dissolved in silence to make him fall into the room of longing and silence, in the room of his wounded heart,

but a moment later, he realized, that was very stupid, right? He always kept something that hurt him.

Farewell is not a natural thing that must be experienced in every meeting, sad indeed, but we must not be dissolved in such a thing. because in fact it is, the, the one who leaves will still go even though we have taken care of him wholeheartedly, grasping him tightly and firmly.

sometimes we do not need to say what we want to express, so that we can throw away little by little the deep pain.let me keep alone the pain that I feel while waiting in silence, and when the promise made becomes a traitor.

The more closed the more clearly visible the shadow was. ringing ngiang, and the deeper also tore his heart deeply.

the night was getting late, the wind that sounded sluggish had now moved to change the strong wind. The curtains flew here and there following the direction of the wind that pushed them, signalling that the rain might come.

rows of trees around, sounding unpretentious along with the rumbling sound of the wind that continues to blow.he let his body wavy on the floor feel the cold of the night wind that feels fluttering its fur in a continuous manner . then slowly try to unite the two eyeballs that had been reluctant to be closed. The rain fell rapidly, wobbling little by little eroding pieces of memory about him .

There is a time to hope, and there is a time to stop, there is a time to fight, but there is also a time to give.

whoever he is in love, will feel happy and flowering flowers.and vice versa, whoever is heartbroken, he will be hurt and disappointed it is like a fitrah right? it should be like that, but in different portions different.because, we humans can not always be the same in every thing and it is commonplace right?.

however, all humans have the same hope of wanting to live happily with their loved ones.

when love and longing are unrequited, the heart feels slashed.not because it is not delivered sometimes the shortcomings that we have, are in the property of other humans.that is why love can forget where it should go home. because he found a void that his love did not have.

but that will not apply, to those who truly sincerely love.do not lack, do not have any you will remain grasped by it, happily accompany you, fill your shortcomings, do not lack, and become perfectly sustainable together.

however, is there still any left for me to long for ?

when longing becomes pain, there is nothing more painful than that, right? like being unable to say any more words, not having the strength to just wave your hand.have you ever felt it ?

like that, the pain of longing that is not conveyed, to him who has already broken the longing that has not had time to greet him, even if it is just a wink.

His eyes felt heavy, but reluctant to fall asleep.wanted to cry, but was not able.His longing increasingly eroded the space of longing in his heart, somehow longer, he did not want to linger long lamenting, he did not want to linger, but his heart and mind seemed reluctant to negotiate.such as choosing his own path, about loneliness and pain, there is no solution other than to just sit still and keep him in silence.

His eyes that refused to fall asleep added a heavy sensation in his head, feeling like his body would fall down with memories that were reluctant to be left in silence.

his nose began to feel strong, his head felt a little spinning then, sure enough, his body temperature now began to feel warm, and a few moments later he felt really asleep and closed.

a few moments later, there were some sounds of the cock-crowing cock coming, signifying that dawn was coming soon.and he was just able to relax, and rest his limped and tired soul and body. for now, I don't know when, but he has at least tried not to fall.

no effort should betray results, right? even if there is a betrayal of love?

like he who plants him who will pluck, but when you love then you are betrayed this will not pass at that time.