Listen to my story...
But do not be merciful to me
because a mercy cause weakness, and I am still strong in my misery (My Story--Khalil Gibran)
wonderful.....it was written in a perfect way
Late at night, the clockwise moved in the heartbeat rhythm.
my eyes still dry, reading couldn't make them tired and closed.
I put my book on the bench beside my bed, drowsiness evaporates
The memories Flashed,........
To the time when everything was so wonderful, words became so meaningful, even a faint smile on our lips was so amazing....
the time, when nothing could stop us laughing, everything out from our mouth was making our hearts blooming....
and the time suddenly stopped
Frozen, sore innumerable, bitter than bitter....
Where were the wonderful time flies?............
Back to my bed, try to read one more paragraph, expel my restless,
but still couldn't find the answer to my question..
Where were the feelings gone away, blowing like a wind
I wonder what are you doing there in this time? under the same sky and the same moon...
something hit my awareness, why did you think of something unattainable and ignore all you have already handheld?
I let ignorance destroy the happiness that came by. I took deep breath and exhaled slowly
People found love, people felt in love, people lost their love, happened every day
smiling, laughing, and then crying, smile again, laugh again and cry again like a cycle of life
There were no reason to stop believing, why should we afraid of falling, if we always wanted to climb to get everything we are dreaming of.
Yes, I decided to take the chance, try to get happiness, climb the highest mountain called hope to find love, and when everything seems not to me, why should I mourn?
People suffer from the biggest misery, they survived, why small matter called love drawn me so deep?
I decided to give only a faint of tears for love and wake up to catch the biggest dream of life.
almost morning, when I hit the hay, and sleep like a baby, I want to sleep and healing, I want to forget and decide to be happy with myself
This is a time to smile again and laugh again, after those faint tears last night.
Your love takes me on a wonderful journey, make me laugh, you are a great gift, God has sent you to teach me a precious lesson even only in a short moment, from you I learn about hidden paradise that I have never seen before, you teach me how to express myself, it is wonderful to feel loved by you, thank you for everything
but life goes on, even for the broken hearted--lol
If we love,
our love is not from us, nor it is for ourselves
If we rejoice,
Our joy is not within us, but in life itself
If we suffer,
our pain does not lay in our wounded, but the nature of conscience
(My Story, Khalil Gibran)