Recycling

Memories are shady; the light that starts to fade I will not let it slide

Like a plan without action. Such is the form of my longing that seems futile, and hope without the slightest thing I can do.

“It's still morning, Man. If you want not to bother first, many smiles!”

Exactly as the minutes passed, grandfather's words were still strongly reflected in my memory and about the glimpse of the thumping sound I didn't know where it came from?

I was silent in the mirror with the same assumption chanting things that I did not need to exaggerate.

Things I don't have to say constantly. My love will continue to be deeply rooted, I will not let it burn, I always try to remember until the time is later until I can not stare with a smiley face.

I momentarily muttered in front of the mirror. Habits I often do.

Just a moment, not for long. Busy looking in the mirror is not also my style, especially I am not a woman who likes to look longer in the mirror. But what I do now is just check the state of the teeth after eating.

Where most people eat first, just get ready. I just prepared instead to eat.

That is the reason why now I look in the mirror, looking at a fairly handsome face he said. It was exaggerated and indeed more, there was no need to be proud and smile enough for today. Tomorrow or later however all this time I have been friends with sadness.

It has been a lot of time by muttering the grievances of life. Everything became a food that I often tasted. Even grandfather once reprimanded and said, “Man, you should know grandfather never thinks narrow, of course in this case. The extent of the earth 510.1 million km² out of this planet, we are in the solar system. Filled with other planets constantly roam through light travel, even beyond the galaxy. Man, grandfather can't imagine, only able to swallow. We human inhabitants of the earth are the smallest figures in the universe, what you see towering buildings, cars and magnificent houses. All that is nothing compared to the vastness of the universe, everything is small.”

Grandfather explained it at length, looking at me seriously. “Man, how strong the storm will hit your life later, one thing you remember. The universe is too vast, it is not appropriate for you to reverberate. Namely and simply live life as it should.”

It was in the rice field. Grandfather simply explained at length various kinds of experiences that I certainly did not want to write. As life should go on.

The shadow of my mind is now back. Travel route by fast passing train tracing the scenery. Shrubs or trees, as well as rice fields.

The length of the railway that carries the carriage crosses one distance to another. I've only ever looked at him on television, never been on it.

Even the same feeling, when there are people who ask me about love and the true sense of love is like what? I can only keep quiet or answer frankly not knowing.

All this time I have never loved in such a form, like struggling to exhaust energy just to make happy someone who is considered special in this world.

Cannonball. Yes, I am different from those who love a woman who is able and dare to express it.

My whole life was like a kara until I met my grandparents. I was so grateful that I met a woman like Wapta. He was the one who accompanied me flying across the horizon to visit the land of the White Elephant. Now, I've officially become a resident, recorded in the documents as a resident. Stayed here with my grandparents.

Right now the special people in my life are the two of them. With everything I have been through, I have come to believe fully and earnestly desire to awaken the power of patience that is not yet in my soul and my feelings.

With a strong determination and spirit like a blaze that illuminates at night in the mountains. A soothing bonfire with singing, as well as some snacks eaten.

I will continue to live my life with a firm hold a passionate feeling I want to express.

Instilling within me a living conviction that I believe my current pent-up feelings will find a point of clarity someday.

The moment where my stiff, frozen tongue spoke could say it eloquently, face-to-face.

Even if he and I are not a match, I have not been able to say. It must be the best thing stored in the record of the destiny of the Almighty over all.

Love as well as the magnificent mahligai that form the basis of greatness of meaning and the fruit of the mind of all kinds of discomfort feelings.

Talking about things I've never been through is sometimes easy. How's it feel? I have never faced the harsh reality when the woman I loved ended up marrying someone else.

That obviously seems painful. While breathing, silent like stabbed thousands of broken children stuck in the back. Strained walking trying to strengthen the footing, then whimpering for help.

I hope that it is not like that, what I am doing right now is only able to pray that me and him will someday be a happy couple sitting in the guarantee.

It was a time I could only imagine for now. And the question I often ask the Owner of the Universe is how can I be strong enough to express the feelings that I have been harboring.

Asking and asking are mixed with lines of uncertain numbers, united in a leap of words that soar to reach the height limit. Falling into the flames as if my inner and emotional turmoil resonated with time, pleading for things without action.

At the window that I was currently staring in contemplation while throwing a momentary smile with him in the inner realm that he may be able to hear;

Wapta, I once questioned myself isn't this free? All this time I've been missing you, but I can't meet you.

Everything has become a precious memory for me at this time, of course, remembering the Wapta who will continue to be in the depths of the heart wherever and whenever the time.

Gradually the memories can be shady in time, replaced by new things in life that are looked at beautifully. The smell of perfume in the room and the wind outside the window.

I won't let those memories slip from my memory, even the light I was staring at began to fade away. Hope that fades I will not let.

As long as I am still breathing in this world, my love and memory will always be in the memory realm until at any time.

For a moment I stared in silence. Shaking the body with many words that I said in my mind, only able to hold on to the wall near the window.

Grip it firmly. The feeling I was currently feeling reminded me so much of the lights that were shining first, emitting uncertainty in life.

Echoing the grievance that in the end the lamp began to fade. My hope is one goal that is clearly looking towards the future with him.

I will not let it all be mistaken hope that only briefly look to waste my time when discussing one direction in the direction. Everything will be remembered.

However, now I realize that the memories were lost by myself without my will. Somehow the memories seemed to be blown by the wind, slowly disappearing from my memory.

All of that without me wanting, even some precious memories during that time many have forgotten at the moment where he and I were together first.

A few minutes passed, I was still in my room. Previously only the intention of reflecting for a moment without me knowing it will be minutes.

I was holding my hand against the wall in the window, looking at the clear glass in front of me.

Outside the glass window I saw the wind waving leaves. Slightly looked up, staring at the clouds that were rumbling on the surface of the sky. Feel the calm air that momentarily reconciles this feeling and the heart.

Hopefully, Wapta. You are there alright and may you always be happy ....

I gave a smile for today. Sugar or more than honey, I don't know either. Most importantly I smile.

Still staring silently out the window. For a moment I breathed out all the burdens of the feeling that had previously struck my mind and set foot back out of the room.