“Hi Poem, I’m well enough, I am full of words that some of yours I had this morning."
"Are you kidding me? I’m bored of all this fake and sorrow, and the bitterness, and also the love story.”
“Oh dear, are you sick? Why you drawn so deep on despair? Let’s rest yourself up, just to return back your energy. Oh, or you want to eat something? Maybe I can have for you.”
“Don’t too care. You care or not, it would be the same, nothing change.”
“I am sorry, I can’t give you the best of me. All I can do just talk, no act. You know, I’m just a bar of sentences in a sheet of rusty paper. I can’t do much. I can’t tell you the important one. What I already told you are bullshit. Okay, I will be off to give you my words so you can enjoy your days with your own words of lamentation. I’ll be off to tell you everything that I’ve done, and it’s my biggest mistake to tell you more. I’ll take my own path. Do it myself, have it myself.”
“Hmm. Why sky out there so dark? Is it the ends of the world? Or the rain begin to falling in? Strange sky.”
“No, it’s nature. “
“A strange explainer. What’s the truly matter?”
“I already told honestly, but you don’t want to understood. You got mad and began to murmured when I had finish to said. Why didn’t you told me the entirely yours? So I can completely know yours. But never mind. Let’s repair it all.”
“Not important at all. Shall we repair it right now? It seems that I can’t. I’ve so many important things out there, and I think they are more important than this matter. What are the another unimportant things you not ought to say?”
“Nope, nothing. I’ll go home right now. Thanks for all so far. Thanks to let me disturb and burdened you until this time. Thanks for the past. Thanks for let me breathing the last air I can breathe from your world. And I will return back all the words, stories, memories, and all the pasts to you . I won’t come in, to your world, again, never. Goodbye….”
“Poem….. Are you serious? I will be alone to face my future, ‘cause just you who know me at all, just you who can guide me till end. Don’t leave me when I feel I am broke. Don’t leave me when it seems no ray in every darkness. Don’t leave me when this whole world refused all parts of me.”
“Forgiveness, it is not too late. But scars on my hearts, that’s too late. All your acts, I know, that were fake. I will stay the same ‘cause you stay the same.”
