Shorty 006...
It's already 2 am.
She stares blankly at the screen, silently. It was all quiet, only the sound of her breathing, exhaling and inhaling as the seconds lazily walk.
She lets go a little sigh.
She reads the words she puts on the screen, forming a train of her deepest inner thoughts. But she only sees a bric-a-brac of nothingness. It's like something put a distance between her and the tale she chooses to follow.
Like a dog chasing its own tale.
But this time she knows what she's been missing.
How could she become so frail in front of it?
She longs the moment when it was easy to befriend it.
She misses the time when it was so simple to even say it.
Her cellphone sings a song. A message. A singing telegram?
"I love you, beib... honestly"
Honesty.
Such a big word.
She turns on the radio.
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
'cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands*
She doesn't know whether those are the tears of happiness or sadness.
She slowly presses her cellphone pads.
"Thank you."
*If I fell, The Beatles, A Hard Day's Night, 1964
She stares blankly at the screen, silently. It was all quiet, only the sound of her breathing, exhaling and inhaling as the seconds lazily walk.
She lets go a little sigh.
She reads the words she puts on the screen, forming a train of her deepest inner thoughts. But she only sees a bric-a-brac of nothingness. It's like something put a distance between her and the tale she chooses to follow.
Like a dog chasing its own tale.
But this time she knows what she's been missing.
How could she become so frail in front of it?
She longs the moment when it was easy to befriend it.
She misses the time when it was so simple to even say it.
Her cellphone sings a song. A message. A singing telegram?
"I love you, beib... honestly"
Honesty.
Such a big word.
She turns on the radio.
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
'cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands*
She doesn't know whether those are the tears of happiness or sadness.
She slowly presses her cellphone pads.
"Thank you."
*If I fell, The Beatles, A Hard Day's Night, 1964
posted by rangga @ 10:58 AM
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