It was raining that day, I sat near the rooftop door and all I wondered was why it broke down, the plans, the bond between us, but most of it were our plans. It simply broke down and torn apart while we stepped our tiny steps against the future.
das ist ein traum, der sich zu ein Trauma verändert hat. (a dream that has changed to a trauma, my german language is a complete mess, don't criticize it, lol)
And 2 years later, another girl was beside me telling me how future was supposed to be while she put her head on my shoulder, and there it was... it was replayed for once more, those "we'll be" words, and I left, I was too scared.
Then another stranger walked in, strange girl came to me out of nowhere, taking care of me like I would die in a minute, and I was the one who saw the future in her. Then again, it was too serious and I thought I could die from it, because I was dead once and I don't wanna die anymore, it was too risky.
And the wheel have stopped turning around, I guess it was too childish to do the wrong mistakes over and over again. But when did it break? Where was it? And why? And my heart can't tell anything but leaving the gesture of its own style, it hurts to be here now, in the present, I wanna go back now.
Congratulations, way to go Mr. Rana Gemilang, it's your first regret isn't it?
Yes.
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