Maybe you do not know much about me, what I'm thinking about life, and perhaps what life makes me thought about those meaning. I have to separate my life into two, my life before I go to Bangi, and my life now in Bangi, that I call as past life and second life. My past life, let's me thought that, when one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often I look so long at the closed door that I do not see the one which has been opened for me. But, one thing that I never expect that it might be happen, perhaps until now, when sometimes there aren't words, the silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him :') My life is such silence that has an actual sound, I call it the sound of "disappearance".
No comments:
Post a Comment