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PROSA: The Lonely Man

Rules can be incarnated as stupid things. Better to ask people who are not smart and mediocre. Sometimes being smart is not fun. When all is known, what is the power of the heart to feel the thrill of the adventure of life. Don't we? Sometimes it can be so. It's hard to be a creature that knows everything. Even fools can be enjoyed more.

Unfortunately both also need to be the rail of destiny, so that humans can understand gratitude and learn from each other. In between the pauses of the legs, there are usually strange thoughts that are delayed sweet. God gave the symbol of difficulty as a hint of treasure. There is usually manipulation there.

Humans are asked to be sensitive, patient, and not rigid. Flexibgle. The pliable clay. Yes, humans are the pliable incarnation of fertile soil such as rubber and moci. Doughs from the hand of God and sprinkled with fish in the sky that move, like a fish roll. All the wicks are in their undersea area.

If you go back to the rules of life, intelligence and stupidity are not the key. There's a white cavity inside that porch. Terrace that only the owner of the house can realize. We can build the palace we want in that white cavity. I realized it whole. And now let me create a strange new story.

“Is there room for loner humans like us?”

“Your questions are too feminine to live a hard life. Don't we have our mother's natural scent? We can keep branding ourselves good as long as we never really want to be evil. We are only allowed to sin for ourselves. Dealing with the Most Forgiving God is easy. While playing fire with humans, will always be born other affairs such as the wrath of God.”

“Are we not human too?”

“Do you direct questions to glass?”

“Please do that. You're my rearview mirror. Can, right?”

“I accept your accident. Do I look like a benevolent villain in your eyes?”

“No, after you finished off the wild horses earlier.”

“I hate him. We can't consider it a crime. If that herd of wild horses understood how to appreciate humans, I could be a little professional in killing.”

“How does that mean?”

“Inner killing. I can kill them bluffing.”

“As in fantasy movies?”

“Eastern fantasy?”

“West.”

“It's too easy to make reference.”

“Then what is more great than fantasy?”

“Opublication.”

“Opublication?”

“Ya.”

“You mean, killing a herd of wild horses who want to be free needs openness? What kind of openness?”

“Kill without touching.”

“Here is more convenient and appropriate for humans like us. We don't need to go to the city.”

Then they stopped the story. Like an illusion, the dialogue was invisible to the ears. We've both been caught up in the diction game. Deceived you? No, you're the one who's fooling yourself. We managed to cooperate together to deceive each other since the dialogue was running. He, just talking to himself. Alcohols. Redbul. The drink of the momentary happiness entrant. Creating another shadow resembling her. The reason the question about his shadow asked, was he talking to the rearview mirror?

Only a few people are willing to live their lives. And far from care. The river above the previous pile of giant glass books, was also just a hollow carrier . The river of human life has been replaced with glasses of age-consuming science, which is offered to humans to be gulped wealth only. Yet heedless of all His warnings.

Man is very happy when the cup he receives is a happiness. Man grumbles when he prays a prayer to God and asks for a treasure that has never been cultivated. And when extraordinary property has been obtained, then the dreams then colonize it for eternity. The earth lives like a wine bar whose owner is the time. While the drinkers demand very much, with a disproportionate fee.

We always crave true love. Indeed love that, bernaung as chemicals in the body like a cold. The wind is hard to get out. There needs to be a maid hand that will touch the back, so that the wind flows down. Heat temperature. True, the warm air is positive and can work with the body's skin conductor. But mostly in every morning he chooses, his acute hallucinations make him make love with the swings. Lonesome.

No misses can be channeled. There is no dear to say. There is no love that can be proven. Everything was empty in his eyes. Although the swing moved a thousand times a day because of its movement, nothing would change in his life. It was his point of view every waking up. The humans just paced around looking at him without any knock wanting to see. All that is visible from him is the look of his face. It was like an empty glass. Water refused to enter it. He chose to close the glass.

People increasingly label it as a center of solitude. If you want to see the emptiest man, look at him. At least maybe so is what is tucked away evil in the minds of those who pass through it. He is a reflection of our lucky selves. We may have lived as green gems in the red sea. Even since we are still agile cells, we have been determined to suffer a fate like a rainbow.

Although for a moment, but black like a rainbow belongs to him. Again on an afternoon filled with sissies, he had a dialogue on his part. He described a rare form of love.

"I'm great, right?"

"What part of you can be called cool?

"Hm, you should be a more sensitive human being about the way other people praise him."

"You mean, you lack praise? Your mother never told you that she loved you since childhood? Did your father go to the moon? Are you ..."

"Enough."

"I'm sorry. But ... You even have answers that can never be answered."

"Then why are you attacking me with such psychological questions?"

"You angry? I am you. I am the person who understands you the most. Look around, people are going through you. They give you eternal pity."

"That's more than enough."

"you mean? You're grateful for that kind of human attitude?"

"Pity is the highest peak of love. It's a gift too. So, I should be grateful and not be empty anymore."

"really? You want to start moving and living again among all emotional forms?"

"Yes, I guess. Besides, what makes me like this? In December? Oh, there's no way that's one of the reasons."

"Then?"

"No one loves me anymore, doesn't mean people all over the world hate me. So I had to start learning to love. That's for myself."