Its full moon now, I can see its
written a whole of my life story there. I see the dark night in my 2nd
day in New Year, shining with one or two stars above. The peacefulness, how
quiet I can only hear my thoughts murmurs under realities I have been through.
It bites.
How I hurt people when I didn’t
mean that. Karma always followed after. How the people I loved walk away from
me, and how a trust so strong just vanished as if it never meant to be.
Beautiful tales, ugly chronicles, sorrow, pain and cold happiness jump in my
life one right after the other.
“Count your blessings instead of
sheep” that’s what people said to me. Yes, I do admire how life gave me
wondrous coincidences that always happen and I believe it was something
destined to be. The state of emergency is
where I want to be.
I’m thankful for my well paid
job, friends with their laughter and enemies with their lies that make me
realize how life is just one package of drama, reality, a bold and strong
feeling called truth. Just how people manage to make it as attractive or
hideous as they want it to be.
But one thing for sure I’m fed up
with this episode. I need a getaway, someone that dares to take me somewhere I
could test my courage on life’s ugliest side. Like New
York, where individualistic is the only thing that matters, or Mississippi where family
values still on the major track. Maybe Europe, where I can die artistically
among the true meaning of art, and perhaps Japan, where I can taste a bit of
radical fashion & technology of the future.
Dreaming of distant imagination
brought me back to the same moonlight. It just bright and quiet, shining on my
optimism of a new year, a new life. I know when I’m not here anymore, I’m still
looking at the same full moon…it never change.
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