She Could Be Happy

base on true story, Dream, Failure, life, Love, Short Story


She could be flower in every nightmare. Blossom in dark.

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitar and stars, ice cream and rainbow, dancing and beaches, past and miracle. Then stop short to apologies for speaking at all. She could be like that.

She could sit alone in every crowded place. Shadows behind the lights.

All because somewhere in her life, someone-blindfolded that she loved broke her heart again, ignore her letter and pure bliss on her wet eyes. And telling her to “shut up”, keep “it down”, “nobody cares”. She could be like that.

Someone once said; “People aren’t born sad. Happy? Yes, she could be.”

And suddenly she’s start one bravely steps, start singing to the stars with her rainbow ice cream, and dancing at the beach. She barely knows, that its time to start again and holds to miracle of beginnings.

She could be anywhere.

With anyone.


The Love Deserve

base on true story, Dream, Failure, Family, Literature, Love

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You deserve a love that wants you disheveled, with everything  and ask the reasons that wake you up in a haste, with everything and demons that won’t let you sleep.

You deserve a love that makes you feel secure, able to take the world when it walks beside you; that feel your embrace are perfect for its skin.

You deserve a love that wants to dance with you at beginning until end of party, that goes paradise every time it looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.

You deserve a love that still love you when your legs turn into root, your finger into twigs and your hair into leafage.

You deserve a love that listens when you sing, that support you when you act like a fool, that respect your freedom; that accompanies you when you fly and isn’t afraid to fall.

You deserve a love that takes away the lies and brings you illusion, coffee, and poetry.

dedicated to the love that ends my journey

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Blue Dreaming

base on true story, Dream, fiction, Literature, Love



You are the shadow to my night ~ did you feel us?
Another star falls then you fade away
Afraid our aim is out of sight, when we are blindfolded
Wish to see us, alight.

“This dream.”

“Was it all only was my fantasy?”

“Or you only imaginary?”

“Where are you now?”


“Under the sea, another dream?”

Another dreams,
one of creepy faces at random bar starring at me, speaks other language, and they’re talking it to me.

“These shallow blue waters never met what I needed”

“I’m letting go a deeper dive, and come up in milky way galaxy”

“Eternal silence of the sea. I guess so, its Atlantis.”

All that i care to remember, everything was only blue.

Even in this words. Even its just a dream.

Blue Dreaming: “its one of many thought that i actually really like it, it was always uplift my morning as soon as I’m awake. I don’t know what it is exactly, but i know it wasn’t the answer.  Its good at the end. Eventually. “