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PROSA: The End Page At Age 60

The glare moment in a well. There are paintings of books in the form of giant glass containers. Above it was abundant water. The water extends backwards. The center was the giant glass circle earlier. The bushes surrounded the giant glass. The glass is made of solid wood. The water somehow, do not want to spill and appear silent. It was as if there was life there. A silent life but full of words. Calm, very calm.

I want to work and suck in order to bring calm there. But again for some reason, there was a mismatch felt in my chest to keep it quiet. The disrespect screamed and asked me not to come closer. If you look deeper, the calmness was an illustration of a lifeless image. The picture is breathing. The breath does not move. It's just, I believe and believe there's oxygen around it.

Oxygen is new, different, and very different from human natural water. Different from me who can never learn to calm down. Strangely it's real. The picture is absolute. I guess the truth is, I've seen it in my past head. Full of memories of him who had left without saying goodbye. Full of heart, betrayal, there are even promises that can not be integrated.

Again, because of that picture .. I remember toxic things that haven't had time neutralized. I forgot to brainwash myself. Full of the folly of the past, where I had to love someone so deeply that I festered. More like crazy. I live for the happiness of the black angel, but die alone without her whiteness. But yeah, let it go. My individual longing no longer prevails in these neutral times. This time it's more fun and I can be quite filled with laughter today.

It's just that the lake was starting to be quiet, damp, and the bushes were starting to look restless. What the hell's going on? One cliche question. Present without being asked. Do I really have to get close to that lake? Yes, it's good to start the first step. Forward with glowing eyes, empty ears, and a heart that keeps praying. I also doubt and want safety. The sky glows with the twilight clouds. It turned into a living figure named the afternoon sky. I think the change was caused by my movements earlier.

But I don't want to be prejudiced just yet. He said if we have negative energy, nature will be reluctant to help us naturally. Even I saw once again, the change stopped. I thought the sky was angry because of my caring gesture. Apparently not, the sky above the lake was actually reincarnated into a new color. The clouds around him opened themselves up and split each other short. Form a new shape like an oval. In the middle of the shape like an egg, I can see clearly the authoritative blue color. Light blue color fresh and masculine. You can call her beautiful if you want. Actually so.

When it was close, I only realized there was a field under the giant glass before. Although the giant glass also acts as a lake, it does not have access to the source of the flowing water that extends behind it. If you notice it clearly, then the water source is very far away. But by the natural reach of the eye, the center of the water flow was squeezed into two mountains that widened widely and I think very high. Dangerous and steep, maybe.

Tips to get closer, make the books come true as a symbol of knowledge. In the field that was not so broad earlier, there was a chair sitting with a sleeping lamp next to it. Could there be someone there? Unfortunately empty. Maybe just as a symbol of someone who loves books. A nerd who loves knowledge, I would expect to appear suddenly in that chair like a sleeping cop. I saw the value of a situation where the figure that holds all illusions, difficulties, and problems of life, like calm water though it is not ceaselessly flowing. The burden of life can be strongly accommodated.

Not really a mirage. Original and there is a stamp of the twig. If I rent it, it'll probably cost me a monthly salary of two years. But we don't want to be stupid just because of the beauty of a moment, do we? It's good that we created something similar like that giant glass well. If I borrow the trees that spread to the mountains behind it, there will be no end.

Silence does not produce anything. All you can do is sit on a chair on the ground. The lights are on. Not too bright and not too dark. I could easily read the books lining the wooden walls of those giant glasses. Choose the book with the best cover in my opinion. There is little confusion in each book title written. Because I only focus on the cover, I don't realize that all the titles are the same. You guys understand what that means? I haven't. Let's think about it spontaneously and spontaneously.

The title of the books is "Mirror of Yourself." What is written there is emptiness. There's no writing. Only the sheets are white, clean, and slightly transparent. Translucent paper. As it flipped its pages at high speed, there was a reflection of my face there, within the all-round white void. I looked at my face whose pores had enlarged, a slight wrinkle on the forehead, and my white hair that had been evenly fertile. It turned out that the book was a picture of my future.

In keeping with the title, we can get a glimpse of what we will be like in the next few years. I was afraid to open the last page. Slowly but fast enough, there was a winged creature beside me holding a sword. But in the reality of my pupils, that figure did not exist. I can only tell when I look back at the last page. The final page that after I was born with the title, then it was me as I neared death.

At the age of sixty years, I had been filled with hope to see the mountains in the distance. The mountains that squeezed the long river, before its flow emptied into the giant glass wells. Maybe I'll be there when I get to the last page. Because when closing the book, a terrace appears with charming trinkets, tacked by young leaves that are shaped like a feast day.

I approached the porch like a door wherever it was. Come in and the winged creature is real. He said, "Let's go home to the servant of the Lord, it's time for you to take a long rest." I forgot I was on the last page today. See you around, buddy.