The Diary Ecca
The Part 26
...Amongst Love...
"Kok never said it's good enough for me sleepy if again can not sleep..hhhh.already half an hour ago!" Excruciate.
"Hhhh.. there-anya, yes you did not nanya hhh...half an hour ago too long, when did I enter how not to see?" Ask David.
"Obviously don't see you focus on the game" he just smiled shyly.
"Not saying also again if you want my campus, you know that I was with you to go..hhh" my lead was greeted with laughter David.
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Distance can sometimes make a stranger, making a person distrustful of the power of love. The same cross you are, but you have not found a figure of His choice.
For me life is always black and white, happiness will always be directly proportional to sadness. We're just waiting for the time to take turns, right?. And so with silence. Today feels crowded, maybe tomorrow we will dialogue again with solitude.
Although in the crowd I still feel lonely, somehow lonely I feel without someone who can accompany me in this solitude, it does not feel like I have gone further and further I walk alone.
My egoist feels that if I just complain without trying, somehow my pen scratches to the point where the black ink that I write on white paper has run out, inexplicably, everything I write corresponds to the journey of life in which the crying heart tells of every journey of the soft heart, although the time spoke in a soft tone while accompanied by the piano which continued to sound with melodunya like a melody that struck the heart.
The clock's needle kept ticking towards the infinite axis with a full turn I kept asking myself, today whether it will be better than the days before or it will even give me a flurry of money actually leads me to the fear of starting a change.
"And surprise.hhh" replied David.
"What time does the show start?" My toot.
"Later Abis Dzuhur, do not need to watch yes later I gerogi again" said David.
"Basic, my college hours are only 1 o'clock, so there is a time to watch my neighbor's show" I said that made us laugh, suddenly my phone rang Deva phone.
"Yes, why Va?" I asked when I picked up the phone from Deva.
"Why, what time is not yet in class, late tauk" thing that made me realize I have morning class in a hurry I close the phone.
"Oh my God, I forgot there is a morning class, ok Vid I went to class first yes, the spirit is successful for the show daaa. just calm down later I come again bayy" speaking as I ran hastily leaving David, David who gave no answer just smiled in surprise at my behavior.
After the first hour, I saw an incoming SMS from Brother Fikri...
"Where's ca?" Ask in SMS message.
"I'm gonna take a form for a camper!" His word.
"Ok" said Fikri again. Not long after that, brother Fikri came, I did not realize that he had come with Deva Devi who was frenzied himself.
"Eh brother Fikri, brother Fikri, had eaten it before" said Devi whispered, I looked at Fikri's feet he smiled at us.
"Kok stop eating, just eat first is not good to procrastinate" he suggested to Deva yes because only he was cool to eat, brother Fikri sat next to me while thrusting the form to us.
"Ni the form is filled in complete, the collection will be right when we want to leave" we replied with a nod.
"Oh. yes tomorrow do not forget to bring a jacket that is slippery, because we are camping to the top"
"Wah peak, yummy dong, tea garden deck right" ceplos Devi.
Some feelings don't want to be perpetuated. They just want to be tucked away and released at a good time. No, not because the word while it's fun, the fact is, the short one will never be worth it.
Not because the word forever sounds impossible, actually nothing can happen on earth, if you ask why, actually I do not know.
I'm not a feeling. I was only in the body of a woman who every step of the way faced feelings. And honestly not tasty, boring, easy to be happy, easy to be disappointed, easy to be sad, but also easy to forgive.
Sometimes I really want to live in his mind, yes he is a man who has just heard, just read, but never felt.
Gurgling sounds of rain gnashed on the leaves. A pointed voice clanking in the heart, seemed to say my name. Is that your voice, sweetheart?
How to translate this feeling of longing? Distance, like a stretch of haunted and scary old graves. Shedding deep wounds like shakes that come and go. Lightning and thunder were not weary of soaring in the sky.
The dark shadow of the forest entered my eyes like a ghost. And the whimpering wind was like pushing a million questions I don't know what the answer is, "Are you thinking about me now too?"
The late I was on my own trip. Counting steps, in the foggy middle of the night and silent deserted roads. Pursue the somber figure of the moon that dissolves in the rain dance. Faintly pale his face shivered alone.
And the voice was still heard, calling out from a distance. Unrelenting, calling my name.
You radiate your happiness from hidden springs. Like when the sea tides under the gentle gaze of the sun brings indescribable joy. A pair of five fingers spread to the four corners of the ocean while delivering puja to the almighty. He gives us all pleasure. He is the one to whom we return.
Touching the magical center of longing, peppering with previously unknown feelings of garratry. Time that maps all ancient memories of our mortal bodies, it has grown into a afterlife memory of the dense wilderness and a small sandalwood in the middle of a remote island surrounded by beautiful valleys and silver hills that you once often explored.
The mountain towering in the distance seemed to be challenging to conquer. The blue sky above the barren field stretched far into a peninsula that had never been touched before. Everything that used to be just part of the trajectory of history, but now forever has been a reminder of you. All that once revealed the entire trail of your firecrackers and conquests. The landscape of all the riches you now keep in your personal treasury. The wild nature of the horizon of thought and the treasure of feeling is barely pervaded. There is no more secret that you cover from our eyes than the deepest recesses of the troughs hidden behind your dreams.
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