Shorty 005...
Feeling across...
He stares again into the empty space in front of him.
No, it isn't empty. He just erases everything to make a place, a shrine, a throne to a face that he's holding dear in his head.
Her face.
The unreacheable. The Grail.
No, the place isn't empty. People are still sitting, talking, buzzing. It's crowded. Yet, to him, they are all just a faded illusion that melt into a blurred background as she comes crashing once again into his mind.
It's a strange sensation. He finally meets someone who could possibly mean the whole world. For some reasons, she is as distant as the running horizon. The proverbial treasure on the tip of rainbows.
She's everything he ever wishes for. The sheer beauty, the cunning mind and most of all, the glittering eyes that shine like a thousand suns.
No, his heart isn't empty. It's full of unexplainable feeling. Love? Too soon. Care? Certainly.
It's harder than he thought.
Of course.
Life always has one of those twisted unexpected crossroads. One where he's standing right now.
And he chooses to stay still.
A distant beep.
A light on his cellular.
A short message.
Sorry, I can't come...
He smiles.
What a beautiful crossroad.
Somewhere in Setiabudi, you know who you are...
He stares again into the empty space in front of him.
No, it isn't empty. He just erases everything to make a place, a shrine, a throne to a face that he's holding dear in his head.
Her face.
The unreacheable. The Grail.
No, the place isn't empty. People are still sitting, talking, buzzing. It's crowded. Yet, to him, they are all just a faded illusion that melt into a blurred background as she comes crashing once again into his mind.
It's a strange sensation. He finally meets someone who could possibly mean the whole world. For some reasons, she is as distant as the running horizon. The proverbial treasure on the tip of rainbows.
She's everything he ever wishes for. The sheer beauty, the cunning mind and most of all, the glittering eyes that shine like a thousand suns.
No, his heart isn't empty. It's full of unexplainable feeling. Love? Too soon. Care? Certainly.
It's harder than he thought.
Of course.
Life always has one of those twisted unexpected crossroads. One where he's standing right now.
And he chooses to stay still.
A distant beep.
A light on his cellular.
A short message.
Sorry, I can't come...
He smiles.
What a beautiful crossroad.
Somewhere in Setiabudi, you know who you are...
posted by rangga @ 10:56 AM
7 Comments:
At 12:02 AM,
dikisatya said…
You are soooo wrong to give such comment on me (you know which). You are. Not me.
At 5:02 AM,
Anonymous said…
kunjungan fajar subuhh..wah lumayan dapt ilmu disini
At 3:31 PM,
Anonymous said…
Kasian, ya udah tornado aja..gua masih di jalan tol, huehehe
At 9:46 PM,
Anonymous said…
What a sweet & touching story...
:)
At 5:43 PM,
Zampeada said…
i love it...
At 4:46 PM,
rangga said…
Diki ma pren, you are the original poet... hahaha
Kangmasanom, ilmu apa ya? Rasanya ga ada deh... hehehe
Rey, itu jalan tol kapan selesenya ya?
Ireyna, thank you... I like it quite a lot too...
Zampeada, you see yourself in it? :)
Mellifluous, life is an accumulation of choices... ones we made and will make... ain't that grand?
At 5:11 PM,
Neng Asti said…
mystified with our own thoughts, we are
salam kenal, rangga!
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