2013-04-19 - 1:47 p.m.
The night sky was crying its silent tears.
Alone, she was staring down at the face of fear,
letting it draw near.
To her, only one of them must remain standing here.
"I don't want you around."
Her calm, quiet whisper travelled like the wind across the town.
"You've had enough sick pleasure of pushing me down."
For the first time she forgot when,
she gratefully embraced the rain
as the drops of water cleansed and chased away her pain...
(Jakarta, 16/4/2013 - 1:50 am)
