AmiKas

fixity

About resolve

Which has been set

And the truth that should

Accepted by the whole human

Not to be handed

This is to be let go

Don't regret it once in a while

Gratitude is worth doing

To the receiver of destiny,

Another destiny, another self

Though my defects of majesty

Take a break

You need just calm down

So that you can find

One image of yours, he doesn't have.

...

At the age of 22 years in the coming month, the twilight of the time that I always will, orange neutralizes the taste that flows in my blood. Amigea, a name that came out of nowhere, whatever that means, to make my parents convert it for me, but either for the next few days or maybe today, the universe and the thousands of earthlings will celebrate my imperfections which are increasing day by day, over and over again.

Those who know me, call me ami, three very short letters do not match the series of shortcomings I have. Often reason does not accept, quietly\question, why there must be a difference if lack is made a problem and excess is made into unworthy majesty. God really loves me, I don't want to be liked by other creatures besides him, the creator. Sukma was great at winning me but still my amygdala always makes me feel free when all events are played back in the memory cassette, where the memory of yesterday and yesterday again is so unforgettable.

My tongue is different, with many voices ringing the tone in each letter forming a word united into a sentence. From a long time ago, I was already known to a human who could not pronounce a single letter so clearly.

“doesn't God love me so much?”

At that time, not just one, but more than many were questioning my flaws. And only a few have won me over with words I have memorized so much

“already, don't be horrified what they say”

I am grateful, for the proof that God loves me even more, to have sent a wingless angel to win me over and to accompany me.

The wind is easy to brush off the earlobe, because it is not repeated and transfaran, but easily leave if it has been done. Shut up in a Turkish house with Bi Ros serving me whenever I need something. My parents who are not familiar with its existence and come to his death when, let alone others who do not know the form and face of my parents. My reasoning laughed so deeply in grief, the parents who should be there to meet at once a life companion, seemed to only accompany me while I was a toddler. From the moment I started to get to know and memorize the incident until now I had just turned my head two in the last two months, an hour I never felt the warmth of the conversation in the television room, he said, I can only be with them at the dinner table in the morning before I leave campus, even then Sukma was not able to linger\-long staring at my two parents who mengelantongkan voice, and so on, even carving a half circle was reluctant, and finally my stomach had to endure hunger.

I still think of them, they should be like that.

"Am I, considered by them?".

I hope my question is answered at one point in this story, at some point, and at some point I don't know, which I'm sure I consider those who when it comes to home, either, the house immediately turned into a hot, egocentric desert that did not want to budge each other, making me always step foot from the house, no matter where I went, I still had to go from this mortality.