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.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

What are reason of love?

What is the reason of love?
is it because of something you see?
is it because of something you feel?
is that so real? I really don't know, trully,
if you love someone of a reason, frankly,
when the reason go freely,
what will you be? will you hate her? will you angry?
like a math or physic, you thinking it too logically,
it's not counting A to Z or just one, two and three,
it's more biology and chemistry,
you see, there is really no reason for me,
when loving somebody, love her completely,
who ever she was, is and will be,
this is love for me and only,
but if you still asking to me.
ask yourself is a must be,
why you hate somebody? why me?
why you love somebody? why not me?
applies your answers to me,
that is love for me and only...

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