“from afar, I saw you watching me through my broken window, you know I’m helpless...struggling to fit in, to make a step, and tears started cascading; I know you’ll always be there, I saw your footprints, still we’re afar, and I know I’m much safer beside the moon tonight because when I am a silhouette, I have no fear”
I found myself wrapped in darkness and mounted upon the lighter contrast of background, and here I am, seeing myself. It is the best sight that I ever seen, me in silhouette.
“Picture speaks thousand words” -- therefore silhouette does speaks differently, as it is a mystery that need to be deciphered regardless it is a scene consisting of outline and a featureless interior.
The world belongs to everyone, and everyone in there is in silhouette. The world become brighter by image when we break the ice, - the silhouette fading and become clearer, from where the shape and outline maintain still, features embedded and colours translate – become a world of familiar.
Inspired from true story, which all emotional still intact and yet fresh from sobriety,
I said “let me write, and let you read”...and
You said. “Lets it always be his in silhouette”...
His in silhouette
“Open I and you can see a broken gallery, don’t bother because it can’t be fix”, Once. I said to myself. I looked at the key pendant that locks all history.
Out there, the world promises nothing. Without anyone notice, maybe – here goes my story, where two worlds shared laughter, cries and secrets.
It was a lonely night and rain poured.
Nothing changed accept that eagerness to look forward on what will be served on table tomorrow by destiny. Without any moment of postponed, life started to kick out – gave shots of excitement. Through the wonders of spider crawl and waving with threads of electric plug, I met someone online. Interesting eh? Well...
It’s lasted for few hours, and both decided to call the day off without any string attached.
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Days passed, as I have no close to any intention to get to know someone, particularly letting stranger into my world where I always kept it safe. But that says me! Thing happens reversed. I let that stranger in...Yet I was thinking, I should open up and gave it a try.
As time passed by, both now were mutual, though both from a total different world and yes “opposite attracts”. And I believe that, the stranger and I, like each other as companion. Hair grows, plants grow, and everything nourished as time goes by.
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The valentine
As clearly as I recall, it was Friday. Cupid had to worked double shift, and Chinese were celebrating their festive. It was Chinese New year cum valentine. The town was a dead town. All shops were closed as the Chinese majority conquered the cash flow world.
Flawless, I thought it would be lonely yet I was wronged – I have the stranger. Supposedly the stranger need to attend a wedding at Pontianak, Indonesia, however the stranger canceled maybe because the stranger want to spend time with me, perhaps on this special occasion which was the valentine. So that what was I’d been thinking. Aha. Don’t you think I’d been overreacted?
Well we did spent time together, from AM to PM. I enjoyed every tick of it. And my heart sung “A-ling, A-ling, ling-A-ling, A-ling”. I’ll treasure it as I’m writing it now.
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13 March -- conflict
Things were getting slow. Both knew, it will not work between us, yet both were to egoistic to say it out loud. – Nothing much can be shared, and argument start to spark. Morale were down, cupid had to resign, and no more enthusiasm for companion.
As found and lost box were the initiative for finding and losing, here it is, the ended relationship throw in the box. A way it must be returned to the real owner.
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30 June – Missing
As weird as it might sound, I am starting to miss the stranger. The stranger put me back into my perspective, and I have no regret knowing the stranger. Yet I knew, it was my decision to protect my world from shatter, and its hush and rush. For better than worst; it must be done, and I’m letting the stranger go.
The only thing remains now is, “his in silhouette”
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