Jika aku hidup hingga esok.

Apa khabar,
menjengah sebentar sahaja. Aku cuba untuk elak luahan hati lagi. Maka ini hasilnya. Aku menekan papan kekunci ini dengan hati yang sungguh kosong. Aku alpakah? Aku kisahkah? adakah kisah?

Entah, aku boleh merenung. Jauhnya DIA yang esa dari sisi. Hari berganti hari, aku seharusnya, eh bukan. Aku MESTI hargai hari-hari terakhir ini, sebelum ku ketemuNYA buat terakhir kali. Aku tidak bersedia. Oh, benarkan aku ucap seketika. Hatiku masih lagi luluh.

dan lembah kasihmu, tanpa hujan. Bebaskan aku ketika lagi aku jatuh.

Aku akan tinggalkan wajah dia..
Aku akan tinggalkan sikecil.
aku akan tinggalkan pelangi, awan dan deruan angin malam...
aku kan tinggalkan sebahgian diriku,
dan biar si kecil itu ambil sebahagian lagi..
dan aku harap dia melihatnya seperti dia lihat aku,
sebelum dia cuba mencintai orang lain...

diam.

seharusnya aku rela buat dia tidak derita.


nampak gaya, khabarku tidak baik.

perasaan sebenar

kamu kata ia salahku,

tetapi sebenarnya kamu yang menjaja.

Kamu tidak sedar,

betapa tergurisnya aku dari saat satu,

kau kata dirinya yang kata begini, itu, ini..

tapi sebenarnya kau menjadi talam tiga rasa.

aku tak mahu tahu lagi.

kerana aku bukan kamu

kamu bukan aku.

maka,

biarkan saja.

you are wrong when u think u're right!

Letter to position..

Dear you,

Health? Life? Heart?

Is it okay? Do you need me to accompany?

To taste the darkness, to cheers the composition?

To feel the grief, to take the laugh?

I am your friend, maybe not for a while, not that forever too.. can be for this only time.

You've said i've changed? In what terms? when? where? Do we meet to proved that says..

I'm no longer listen to what you've just said. Maybe you never be right before. I hate it. I hate when we're apart from the trustworth.

Your last letter, I can't reply. I know how empty the boxes are. I do realized. Since your last position. When you turn the destiny out of my reach. I guess you'll changed. Perhaps for something good. I can't see the different in you. We're no longer talked to each other. Even look at each other. I guess there's nothing wrong.

But yesterday, u sent me flowers. To cure the grief in yourself. I admit. I can't understand every piece of your words. You said you had took away the disease. I am curious. The roses is something I love. and the disease. Is it me?

I am sorry. I can't understand. I left out all those grief for the last long period of time. I beg for you not to come. and now you did, throwing some of this crab to me to let me realized.

I hate you.

You.

You.

You.

You is me. You is the memory that can't be erased.