When you let your eyes fly and rest in me, my whole world just borrows another sun that shine forth my darkened heart. It shines so bright. I could recognize my own pupil in my eyes. Like everything has find an inner peace and the brightness you bring makes the world so pure. Then you let your words travel in time and the noisy crowd bowed down to the eloquent silence you gave.

I don’t admire you, i just don’t. Because when someone utter his admiration, it means that your beauty can be described by words invented by humans. You are beyond that. You are beyond words because you snatched them out of their tongues. Like a thief that promises no return of treasures.

The melody of your moves is like a dance to me even it is just a slow single step. You created a fine line through your feet and painted a history on the floor. The painting is so unique it push my soul in a flowing river, it would neither thirst nor feel the roughness of stones beneath.

When you blink your eyes, i am in agony…it is like you are hunting death. I am so afraid because the idea of your death caused me to suffer a hundredfold of death.

You pause like clouds awaiting winter. You play like a blood diamond in the hands of a beggar. You stop like a song played a thousand times and found silence when the singer has found her demise.

And one day, i decided to see the sun behind you. It is telling me something. Something that the sun could only see because you always faced me with your beauty. I have no idea what the sun is telling, because i am blinded by your own brightness. I am feeling my senses but my senses are too numb to speak. My eyes, my skin are all petrified. You sparkled a dust of golden color and blew it in the air which i am breathing. And i am under your spell.

And one evening, i decided to see the moon behind you. It is telling me something. Something that the moon could only read because you give me two moons beneath your eyelids. These moons you are possessing are so dark that it can create a delusion. More like a lying serpent clinging to the hope you authored and promised. The hope is utterly priceless and adamantly enticing. It can purchased so many homes and leave the family inside of it helpless and dying on the street.

The world became narrow even the ant could hardly move its limbs.

And one moment, i decided to die. Then you also die embracing me with your cold arms. And i refused, because you are too cold for me to become my PRIDE.