Walking down the road

It is the rain of my soul and poured when the storm raging in my mind. When feelings and logics are tangle between right or wrong and win or lose. They are raising many funny questions and silly confusions along the line. These all are happening because I'm walking down the road I choose.

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Location: Paris van Java, West Java, Indonesia

I was born in Bandung, April 1976, and spent most of my education time in that same city. Living in a cool town with a moderate muslim family, somehow become important factors that carving my character. I'm a big fan of any satay, pempek and rujak (anything sweet-lah), and I created this notes as a place where I can write everything that crossed my mind. This writing is more like a journal, footsteps I leave behind as reminder mostly for myself and probably for my descendants. If you, readers, able learning one or two good things from this notes, that was really more than my expectation. Yet if I wrote something wrong or you have different opinion from mine, please let me know, will you? You also have to excuse me for that matter because I'm aware I'm no writer at all.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Why you look down on me?

I know something, I don't know whether its good or bad,
but I'm learning, bit by bit, step by step,
but why you look down on me?
like I did something unforgivable?
the spilled water cannot retaken by any means,
I understand that matter clearly,
but can I filled it from another source?
I don't believe the same second chance will come,
but can I make it up to you?
each of my explanations are lies to you,
yet I'm just telling the truth,
and still you look down on me,
each mistake I make had lessons to learn,
till now I'm still searching and learning to understand it,
where, when, how it went wrong,
I'm just really sad, but no one can see me,
because everyone also look down on me.
like unforgivable sin...

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