The Diary Ecca
The Part 36
...Love You's...
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.
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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 are no more secrets that you cover from our eyes, other than the deepest recesses of the trough hidden behind your dreams. Truly, no more happiness can represent our present feelings, for you have allowed us to be eyewitnesses; the desire of your desires, the longing of your longings, the love of your love.
How can we repay your innumerable kindness? For only the sincere words of what is unspoken yet we have been content to witness will fulfill all the promises of all that you have given but we will never have. But that's enough for us, all of us, for you have allowed us to admire the panoramic beauty of what you have been keeping in close quarters as an heirloom treasure that only the king can enjoy.
"Hem, how come Brother Fikri can be here since when?" My toot.
"Yes since you slept, it's really good to make people's pillows" replied Devi.
"Sorry not to wake up earlier, because you pules really sleep, Deva asked for a seat tukeran said dizzy so he sat in front" replied Fikri.
"Hem! that is, sorry, brother, I did not know about it.sorry" said I.
"Yes, papa, let's go down!" Excited Brother Fikri.
I just nodded and Brother Fikri went downstairs, I immediately looked at Deva Devi with a sullen face and they were even grinning smiles.
"You guys don't wake me up, you're ashamed!" I told Deva and Devi.
"Hhhh.low we are good friends, do not want to disturb you sleep, after all we see you are very comfortable yes already not in wakein.hhh" replied Devi.
"That's you guys, yeah, not funny to know" I replied as I bent my face in annoyance.
Then I went down ahead of them...
"Ca, I saw when Fikri's sister was flirted with you she even had a really good smile" said Devi.
"Emm..already ach do not want to be horrified, make a shame on the si" said I angry.
"Va you know what I'm thinking" said Devi.
"Yapz, our thoughts are the same" replied Deva.
"Hey don't need to ya, let's not go to the room later", tangkasku stop their plunge, God want to be inaro where try my face when I see Brother Fikri again, I'll stop the pressure, he also did not wake me.
Anyway must be very embarrassed if you meet him again, huft but made relaxed just assume nothing happens ok bismilah.
We stayed at a guesthouse in the top area, I roomed with Deva Devi, we will not be able to escape if there are activities together already so triumvirate, as well as, everywhere together until we want to pee even with three of us.
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.
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 its melodic melody like a heart-pounding melody, the clock's hand continues to beat fast toward the infinite axis.
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