Catatan Kecil

In the night that surrounded by sorrow, I lay down in my bed, feel the comfort of soft sheet. My parents lived so far away from here, but I know they’re happy there, so it’s okay to stay without them. My little sister that lived here, in the same place, not talk too much with me frequently. I declare, silent is my best friend, at least for this couple weeks. Everything were blended together, recently. Like a big hurricane, like a soft flow that drag me away somewhere. My faith, aim, passion, happiness, pride, conciousness, wrecked. Altough cheessy, I’m not afraid to say that I had the worst part in my life. bitterness that I cannot spit, sound that can’t voiced, stertorous that cruel cannot be taken out. Like savor the deepest loneliness and emptyness. In my recent journey to west, but I’m not looking for that epic about ‘scripture’, I found some of my species that asked too much about anything, everything. Even about the world creature, Creator. Found an answer like count for maths an