Digi The Killer's
Looking for the Eye of Love

It's time to get back on the roof. Looking at the color-lost sky Looking at the occasionally flashing birds. Watching the wind so much that it makes a sound like the roar of the teangipot in the morning. At times like that, I look back at the stars. Enjoying light. Looking for the eyes of Love among thousands of light. As he searched, he reverted to old habits, connecting starlight to the shape of buildings. Each is associated like he has a thread, then remembers one star with another. He felt powerful enough to kill myself, to kill the time that kept flowing, just by connecting one star with another.

He's been through all night. Now he knows that the building between the stars and the other stars is always changing as I, the time, move. Buildings imagined at Maghrib time will change when the night is late, when after dusk the shape of the building on the star like longitude, then when the night late, late, the square turned into a parallelogram. Which originally formed a circle in the afternoon, suddenly the circle became oval at night. The triangle becomes a peyot, even becoming no longer geometric. Originally it had an eight angle, now the angle was changed to five. So next.

Now that he knew, my flow changed the shape of the stars. Yep. Now he knows. Why should now? Two he doesn't know the change, now he knows. That's where I stood, from the past to the present, from not knowing to knowing. There is a range, there is a distance that I made, so that's where the leaning field building there Building iu is arranged in such a way as to penetrate the expanse of space-in-time, so that connecting between the point past and present, so that, combined with not knowing and not knowing. Each of these points encapsulates a continuous moving fiber according to the inclined plane made.

Now that he knows, what is known only about me. Quiet change solely. In the change, he does not expect anything, his reality is so, except to remember the pains of the past. The change in my ramps has not changed my gut feeling all this time, he said, He swore at me, He said, Time will change everything, but I am still in an unspeakable slump, He said time would wisely give wisdom to everything, but in fact now all that remains is pain that continues to grow.

Which time is wise and wise?

Where is the eye of time that points the way out of the stuffy life that makes me dying?

Try to show me. Time, what can be changed from this heavy and suffering burden to glorious glory?

If I could answer him, I would say that this is not the time yet. I don't deserve to be present to you yet. I will present you with a million wisdom as you prepare another midwife for myself to glide. I will come more beautiful in the twists that man has made, twisting, twisting in beautiful carvings when man wants it. When Ergo answered that she had wanted it, but what I saw was that she had not prepared the fields where I could dance with the most beautiful expressions that my boat had. He did not prepare anything for the slope of the sloping runway, at an angle of 20-degrees, and all the abidants were flat, like a wide asphalt road, and I had no chance to show beauty as the time that was present. As a person who has potential.

If he asks, when will time give wisdom, then say that I will come to give you what he asks. And when he asks, the canoe does not come, so just answer me when he is ready. When he asks again, when he is ready, then the defense is actually only he himself can answer it. When is he ready? I don't want to interfere in anyone's business. It's just that I'll escort the apun ready in the mushaf-mushaf that I have prepared, and I name it as a time sheet. The former name, kinim and later. Everything will change, except me, in time, because I am change itself.

Delalu there is a phrase not yet the time, which means the person is not ready. When I come, you will see me like running down the ridge, the barb, and you no longer know where time is hiding, you will see me, because my body moves so fast You will face it in a moment when your application is responded to by a famous newspaper publication, calling you for wawancra, psychological tests, and so on, then there were no three weeks of your work tests Since then, you prepared a field so curiously, for me that I had no choice but to plunge freely, he said, glide with full and amazing gravitational force.

When the movements were so fast and the inevitable changes had to take place, I was often tired and tried to see myself darting so far away. I stopped at one point as the change continued and continued. Behold, Ergo is entangled with the flow of time, and restrained with the descriptions that require her to move from one space to another. From one plan to another, when he opens the morning notebook, he will find himself recorded in a count of numbers, and the numbers are crisscrossed in different places. At seven, following graduation in Tebet, at nine covering semiar in Hoyel Indonesia, at ten he had to attend Chinatown, at twelve he had an appointment with a nahrasumber who told him about the disaster in Jakarta, and after that, he had to smeranglum get into character numbers before six in the afternoon. More than that, the news will not be able to be loaded in the newspaper, and that means its value will decrease.

My encounter was followed by a change of spaces, and it clearly made it as symmetrical as the objects thrown with solid force and did not realize itself in a darting state. Like a guided missile, which moves very quickly, he does not realize being in space and time that is always changing in every moment. Speed is only a very rapid change of space, but let that change be for others. Of course for himself, Ergo does not feel a change. As we board a plane, we are traveling at the speed of sound, but the truth is that only the plane is moving, not us. We ourselves stay in the hull of the plane, get sleepy, and look around us as we are silent. And when we landed, we just realized that we were already in a place far away from a few hours ago. It is only realized that we have moved so fast and time will shrink and expand in such a way that people do not know it, It is not a game of psychology or the design of a psychiatric test kit to arrive at a certain level of intellectual gradation. No, I'm presenting to Ergo a reality that should be based before it's too late.