A Youth In Life "AL"
Wounds that do not pass

Maybe a week has passed, though,,

lost with feelings that I really did not expect to feel in the heart,,

it does not hurt, but it seems a little disappointment in the inner body.

In an empty room, though,.

full of things that sometimes do not mean their value anymore,

and yet...

sometimes really needed by members of this body.

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In the corner of a room, there is an object that looks shiny,

petite, petite,

small, small,

comically.

“who's this, new number? I don't think I've ever known,” I said by taking a cell phone on the room table.

I found in it a short text from a new number, after I opened it, it turned out to be an apology from someone.

The one who once gave me disappointment, a speech I did not understand the meaning and intent hidden in it.

“assalamu’alaikum al, previously I asked maap klo sms me is evocative of your body that may be calm where you are, and, maybe I won't see a smile on your face again if I hurt your heart and don't ask for a genuine request from the bottom of your heart, so therefore, I want to, al I really want to ma ma you for what I said first, adhit”

I don't know, I don't know,,

what's on his mind now, though,.

he texted me an apology, and out of nowhere he found my number.

Jerry maybe, yeah…

jerry gave my phone number to Adhit's sister.

Aw,,

what should I do now.

or the…

thought it was never in my memory of a young man I know today.

“huft, mending this phone I just let you know, just a moment again I am the final exam of school, I want to haveepin graduation, I have to study!!” I said while turning off the tiny electronic thing I was holding.

At a time like this, maybe better and all I have to do is sit still listening to music or put to sleep for a moment the body and mind that feels tired.

Right at 6am,,

I don't know why I want to step this foot into a place that can show me the beauty of God's creation that is still left in this world.

In solitude again my organs reappeared, relapsed, relapsed,

rise from his home.

I don't know,,

the shadow of the figure of brother adhit now I feel,

though I deny this from my feelings and try to remove it from the basic dwelling of the little heart in this body,

nonsense !!

it was impossible in an instant to disappear without a trace.

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Just a moment here, this body felt tired, tired,

perhaps because of the opposite influence between mirages and reality.

Like the north pole and the south pole, it will never merge…

huf...

my mind seemed to float, though,

bleakly,

dark,

dark,

the blood circulation is boiling, though,

maybe it's the best way home.

laying down my physical and spiritual fatigue in the bed of comfort, meeting some special people is more important than daydreaming.

the families...

where it can be found if I step home, there will no longer be a mirage when gathered together, compared to the solitude of consciousness will always attack.

"i hate Sundays, no friends, no activities" I said as I walked,

a gust of wind accompanied my return path, making the long stretch of cloth on my head soar into the air. hover like a leaf at the end of a twig.

"go home the best way" I murmured in my heart.