when my mind interlocked with these two .. I couldn't help but feel this luminous cascade of thoughts gushing my mind , reflecting unseen colors and each of them was glowing by itself . challenging each other who can be the brightest .. when I first met these two I predicted that I'll be inspecting some artistic touches , but I didn't know that it would make me an artist .. not just me .. I learned that everyone is an artist ... I can see us drawing our own piece of art over a canvas .. each one of us is holding this tremendous brush stroking it over the white canvas of life ..
I saw how he was stroking his brush over that canvas .. thinking that he made wrong lines and colored terribly .. yet I didn't agree with him .
and her .. her canvas radiated a lot of pain , I felt my heart being squashed under the influence of life unfairness . how she had to cope with that person holding her hand and making his own strokes without considering that this canvas wasn't his in the first place .. I felt powerless as she felt powerless for not having any choice but to accept it ..
" sacrifice" was a huge word for my brain to process , it was heavy I couldn't carry it at the beginning of the novel .. but after I shifted some of my weight toward her .. I was able to understand it and process it ..
when I reached the middle of the book , I found myself wrapped with light thin strings and superficial conversations .. I felt the need of some literature to cut this monotone road I'm walking .. I was on the edge of collapsing and falling of the road .. I needed some of what I had in the beginning ; intoxicating thoughts of his , flawless mind of her , the creativity and mind blowing portrait that I had to see through out their unison . where all of this had gone ?? yet I was only tied with many thin strings .. I couldn't drop myself and I just had to walk .. or more like stagger ..
as I reached the end of the novel , it was all brought back to life I was able to see why he was special and why she had to love him .. I saw why he hold on to her after letting go .. I saw that she was powerful not powerless .. and what made it more beautiful that all of it was wrapped with glorious artistic souls .. souls that was created by a man named OMG! ;)
you were wearing a black wool sweater ... it's so nice it suits you a lot .. your hair had grown since the last time I saw you ... I like it that way , it suits you ... you had a fixed smile upon your face ... it transmitted the warmth through my body right away ... I wanted to say many things .. i wanted to say that I missed you ... that you look so great .... that I'm glad you are okay ... that you look like you gained weight which means you are keeping your promise ... I thought of approaching ... maybe I'd get a scent of your smell or hear your cute giggles .. but then I remembered that all this prettiness will disappear if I came closer than this .. it's like a mist .. the more I approach from it .. the more I realize I'm not meant to be there ... so I should watch from far .. oh I forgot to tell you ... I'm happy in this place ... I'm getting used to it ... I'm also writing a new story ... the hero has your face ... hope I can finish it .. maybe it'll reach you ... it'll be a message telling you that I'm moving forward at my own pace .. I'll be ending this message now cause I hate talking to you knowing there won't be any replies ... so I'll just end this message like the old says ... take good care of yourself .. sleep well and eat well .. and Never take that smile off your face .
only one gray sky we ought to live under ..
floating over the clouds of hopes .. among the atmosphere that holds our fate asking us to surrender ..
facing the sun beams and lightning strikes escaping the day of our murder ..
we had to change cause our lives shall not get any salter ..
No, we never meant to loiter ..
we ought to rise up and much much further ..
and when the night come and the sun leave ..
stars start to hum mischievous disbelieves ..
a place where we can shine nonchalantly and no one can get under our sleeves ..
and when moon ask us exotically what were your most luxurious achieves ? ..
we'll say we are no longer naive ..
we don't drawn ourselves in water and grieve ..
we abandoned the land of peeve ..
we have a dream to weave ..
we are the midnight Eve ..
