SOMETHING IS MISSING

BETWEEN BELIEVE AND NOT

a beam of light shot out between the luminescent stars of the sky that began to pale.

a girl in her twenties was fixated for a moment on the spot. His long, ragged hair was fluttering slowly on the broom of the cold morning breeze. It was real once he thought of something that slowly crawled his heart. Straight he stared at the beam of shooting stars that was gone from sight. Some things raged within him.

"the journey is the journey.I have tried to survive the running of the waves.maybe the time to start all that was left behind."

long ago, love so upset filled the chest, until a different day split the bubble in two, then into three. As the day continues to leap after the turn of time, the bubble is now broken, and now it is breaking, scattering blew himself up into small fragments. The exhaustion had already drained almost no longer left room for his forgotten cries.

"what am I supposed to do?" someone's short message far away has turned his grief into a wound that re-opened.should he join in mourning others? meanwhile, himself had already sunk too deep into the mud of pain. The man may not know that he once threw her to the brink.There, the girl turned over to survive.But, at the same time, the girl turned over, his heart was pierced back by memories of light and color.

"please" cried another invisible voice.

"only you can light up in the dark."

Jessy again retraced the path she had traveled earlier when the eastern sky painted a golden orange glow of light on the hanging clouds.

the rice in the rice field that began darkly turned green slapped with the grain getting lower.The harvest season soon arrives. will I harvest the light? besit Jessy in her increasingly deep-falling mind. Jessy kept going while thinking about the possibilities; even the worst. He needs time so that all the paths in his destiny can be traveled without being late. Or, maybe it's too late.Maybe, he'll be left behind once more.

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the almost square-faced man had just returned to the real world. His cheekbones protrude with sunken eyes due to his lack of sleep. The lethargic body was shivering, completely unrelated to the morning weather covered with warmth. Only two hours ago he slept and fatigue flooded him after running around in sleep chasing the shadow that was about to leave. Unfortunately, almost every day the same dream always comes.

nearly fifteen minutes the man was silent, gathering back his eroded strength.in his mask was a forehead with the palm of his hand, while his elbow was fixed on the knee. sweat spots as large as corn grains dewy on his forehead.still palpable Indra smell, Vodka scent on the bed sheet_make him nauseous.with a sense of anger, the smell of Vodka on the bed sheet, at the pull of the object along with the curtains that hang in the window and throw it into the corner of the room until the gloomy room is now brightly lit.

"Jessy" whispered her dry, pale lips, looking at the page from the window with an empty look.

...🎶when the time is coming back ...

I'll catch your love again

keep my soul with your band around

promise me you never gone

and I'II Stand beside you forever 🎶

put the paper on the table. With a limped step holding his head heavy, the skinny man left the room. The nightmares again hit his brain. I need anti-depressants! Despite this, he tried not to ignore her.he already did not care whether he was still sane or crazy.everything has passed, he does not need to regret.

"*if only this sleeping time can I wake up again, maybe beautiful songs will re-color the world.I will be able to survive*."

Actually, the man hated to do it, but he had to go back there, to the house again. The house where he once hoped to start a new life. Only, this time, his departure was to start and end it all.

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