Cornice of Tears
You never really back home. You never even been out. You still here, laying your body for the last time, at place where nobody know your name
You may not know why,
Much easier to act strong then to act weak for you. You could fight the fear but you couldn’t handle a single tear. Because your body needs to float all over the pain and needs to start it all over again, until you hear those strangers inside you sounds like they singing about “Home”.
Is not a sin if you just want to witnesses her again.
I thought I see your tears,
I thought I hear your fears,
Remember what I say;
“The home was not exist, once you step outside. Is not there anymore.”
She sat down and wept, right at edge of the Cornice. Put our eyes straight through eyes right to the deepest side of our heart. We know how fast this flower will blossom and die right after for just a moment. Quite close to what we needs, and far away from where the sea and city meets.
There was only two big question ‘we’ (Human) wants to understand from the Universe;
“When should we start and when should we stop?“
Her glisten eyes strive to reflect those city lights from the place where we stand. I saw the lights melting on her tear drops, flow to the tops, they flew and tend to resist the gravity, they floating away above our world. They comes back as a storm, strike between her eyes, and she began again to cry.
“You can make a different, and tell a different story. Your heart, can safe my world.“
“Those city lights, will light up her street, down where the sea and city meets. May all your suffer soon be gone.
“Those reflected lights from her eyes, they will light up your street, maybe one day they will bring her back to you.”
Plot on this post was inspired by my selection of related songs: Tribute to Ramelia – Ram, Christmas Lights – Coldplay, One Heart – Ana Criado. And some Books: Theres No New York Today(tidak ada new york hair ini) – Unknown, The Zahir – Paulo Coelho, Plot Of Love – Mia (lost and found author), By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept – Paulo Coelho.
Each part and paragraph of this story was indirectly talking to me at one of my random sleepless night. It will tells you how love can somehow transform into everything, way far beyond imagination. Those songs and books i assume as the tools, my memories will reincarnate into “whisper” that express word by word and place to place. This story will brings past to every moment in future, the pills are actually good, and this simple plot will somehow, Remain.
Love “in order to understand, i destroyed myself.” ~F. Pessoa, 1762 (Mt. Lourdes- France).