She tried to write again now, not as a professional but she did it for her self. She was an introvert person so with writing she could tell what she felt to that blank Microsoft Word. She didn’t need the response she just needed to be listened.
“My name is Christi, 28 years old woman. Lonely and single….” She didn’t know where to start it. She deleted all the sentences and white blank Microsoft Word appeared again.
“The sun already disappeared since last 2 hours. The city light now makes the night shining. One...two...three... and more other building seems so perfectly. Sit down here alone accompany by James Blunt music slowly, I watch some cars on the road down stair that never stop. The blinking small light from those cars are just like plankton in the night sea. And this big nice arranged room, it’s just so nice but I don’t know why it feels empty… And my thinking is just flying…made those cars plankton disappearing.
I open my eyes and big nice arranged room shown. Cars plankton in down there appears again. And this room still feels empty. There isn’t big nose that I used to play with. There isn’t deep voice that sometimes heard so nice in my ear. There isn’t strong body to pick me up to the bed. There isn’t naughty finger to make me laugh in the morning when I wake up. There isn’t big hand that holds me from the back during my sleep. There isn’t…. I close my eyes now; try to search a face to kill this miss feeling.
Again I open my eyes back to my reality. Cars plankton is still blinking down there, just now less then before. That transparent curtain move slowly, I don’t know is it because of raining in outside. Hmmmm… I miss those sensitive ears that sometimes can’t make me sleep during the rain seasons. I miss those hands that force to wash my hair even when it doesn’t know how to do it. I miss that move when you lead me in my exercise night. I miss the laugh that we had after that. I miss your don’t care face when you are not in your mood. I miss your fancy style that sometimes made me look so ordinary beside you. I miss how the way you smoke your cigar or I call it big boss style. I miss many things and I miss you. Just let say that love sometimes can find it own way to make us feel happy. And when this miss feeling comes up I just close my eyes is like what I do now and search a face, a face of you, the last face that keep stay in my memory when all faces suddenly gone“.
She stopped there. “He was right, I’m a drama queen”.
(IeRn, ==> still 50 pages... )
“My name is Christi, 28 years old woman. Lonely and single….” She didn’t know where to start it. She deleted all the sentences and white blank Microsoft Word appeared again.
“The sun already disappeared since last 2 hours. The city light now makes the night shining. One...two...three... and more other building seems so perfectly. Sit down here alone accompany by James Blunt music slowly, I watch some cars on the road down stair that never stop. The blinking small light from those cars are just like plankton in the night sea. And this big nice arranged room, it’s just so nice but I don’t know why it feels empty… And my thinking is just flying…made those cars plankton disappearing.
I open my eyes and big nice arranged room shown. Cars plankton in down there appears again. And this room still feels empty. There isn’t big nose that I used to play with. There isn’t deep voice that sometimes heard so nice in my ear. There isn’t strong body to pick me up to the bed. There isn’t naughty finger to make me laugh in the morning when I wake up. There isn’t big hand that holds me from the back during my sleep. There isn’t…. I close my eyes now; try to search a face to kill this miss feeling.
Again I open my eyes back to my reality. Cars plankton is still blinking down there, just now less then before. That transparent curtain move slowly, I don’t know is it because of raining in outside. Hmmmm… I miss those sensitive ears that sometimes can’t make me sleep during the rain seasons. I miss those hands that force to wash my hair even when it doesn’t know how to do it. I miss that move when you lead me in my exercise night. I miss the laugh that we had after that. I miss your don’t care face when you are not in your mood. I miss your fancy style that sometimes made me look so ordinary beside you. I miss how the way you smoke your cigar or I call it big boss style. I miss many things and I miss you. Just let say that love sometimes can find it own way to make us feel happy. And when this miss feeling comes up I just close my eyes is like what I do now and search a face, a face of you, the last face that keep stay in my memory when all faces suddenly gone“.
She stopped there. “He was right, I’m a drama queen”.
(IeRn, ==> still 50 pages... )
