Recycling

Confusing four-eye conversation

On a quiet night, I was with my friend talking to each other with four eyes as he had wanted before.

In the coffee shop we both chatted with each other while sipping coffee water is not bitter, nor is it sweet. I think that delicious coffee is balanced, does not tend to the bitter or sweet side.

If it is too sweet, I cannot drink it, while too little sugar will taste bitter. I don't like both of them.

That's how about the strands of words that I said through messy speech, I mentioned the word that was not desirable.

If anyone hears our conversation, I doubt if that person can understand every word we speak.

I do not deny or however respond to it, my friend is one of the poets who often cross desire, sharing words of love with me.

***

“Friends, you don't talk like that. It pisses me off with everything I hear from you.”

He put his coffee cup down. If you want to know what I said before this is about the world that looks luminous sometimes sparkling, without the light of many people who will have difficulty seeing, it is also difficult to determine the direction of the way home.

When there are bright lights showing the way, it is only sometimes strange that many people choose a sparkling place that is not light, perverted and perverted.

“Lantas, what are we going to talk about, you just keep talking like that? then you just cut my stomach to get all the contents out and bury me in the ground. Bury me deep, I like it.”

I move my hand, it looks clear as if my hand is moving following the sound coming out of the oral cavity.

I reflexively did it, not used to any of it. If only he knew I wasn't interested in talking.

My mouth spoke, but this soul had drifted far and wide, and I could no longer explain it using words that could describe the scene, a simple, very beautiful verse I guess.

“Friends, I often pay attention to you, apparently lately you often grumble, why don't you just split your own stomach? In fact, split your head, then give it to me. I want the math you have.” My friend seemed to change his style of speech, imitating the style of speech as if he wanted to follow the same tone as me.

I can't afford to deny it. My mind has tried to find words faster, but unfortunately it is prevented in the mind that I cannot strangely remember.

“Hahs. You started it friend, bringing up my charming excess.” I sighed, telling him a word.

“Just give it to me, don't have much to say.” His tone was like he was forcing his face to look so seriously at me.

“You want me so, friend. Forget it, if my head is split and you see all the contents inside my head, afraid you will faint to see all the knowledge I have.”

“Friends, our conversation has gone very far from what we were talking about, we are like people who are drunk. Why does this happen so often?” asked my friend like he wanted to divert the conversation, asking a question that almost made me shake my head.

Right, if you think about it again this is the weirdest conversation I've ever had with him. I don't get it.

“It's your fault, why did you choose to talk to me?” I said standing up and wanting to leave.

But I have to hold it. No matter how strong the anger, I can't describe it in any more detail, I can't write more, I can't afford it and I can't.

I had to sit back, minimizing my emotions. Then, said, “What do you want to ask, friend? Ask everyone, if you need to look up at the high sky, you are climbing a mountain. Up at the top you look down. That's where, you'll know the answer, but I'm not like that. Sure, I will definitely answer it without telling you to climb the mountain, the sooner the better because I want to go home as soon as possible.”

I said at length. Look, how good it is to sit with the guy I'm staring at sucks.

“I just want to ask, how is your relationship with Wapta? You've been meeting her lately, so how? Can you tell her how you feel?” Ask my friend who seems to me curious about the romance I am experiencing.

Indeed indeed. He's been annoying, it's getting more and more annoying, questioning the problem of being vulnerable to me without even knowing my feelings.

There is no tolerance in this world. Hey, tolerate each other.

“Please, friend. Don't you ask me that, you want to spill salt water on a wound that has not healed, so hearty if you are so.” The sharp reason I said stuck shows a dislike look. I want to leave immediately and not talk about it.

“Ya, already. Forgive me friend, for it has been presumptuous to disturb your mood.”

“Then I want to leave first, the night is getting late. Btw, this is the first night for you, the wedding night that is greeted by light and flowers. Why did you choose to be with me on your beautiful night?” ask me without expecting an answer. After that, I immediately stood up to leave.

My friend also stood up and led me to the door, saying it was probably the last day he could see me.

“If I don't see you again, chances are we'll meet in nature there.” That's continued.

I didn't expect anything else. The worst possibility or what I can't figure out, I simply don't want to guess things like that.

Possibilities were just about a busyness so dense that he couldn't meet me. Either my friend wants to settle in a new area and leave the old place or there's something else he can't tell me.

I don't know why my friend said something like that. Something I don't even want to interpret.

***

It was impossible that three days had passed, leaving behind memories and files of the past, some moments about him in the previous month's month.

Again flashbacks occur, suddenly the memories that want to bury then come back to haunt my feelings.

After a while ago it had faded, now it gave rise to a faint light that gradually revealed its form.

Just then in January, it was the beginning of the day that made me feel anxious, and it was also at that time the beginning of the day that sometimes made me sad to think of something that made my face blush in shame, make a flowery feeling with a slithering sound.

My encounter with Wapta seemed to carry my own desire to invite the body to find a magical compass that could lead me to the past.

It feels very heavy, but the struggle is still a struggle, I must not give up so quickly, although in fact I have given up because I casually pulled the rope of arrows that I left.