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A muted screaming

Tonight is so quiet that the only sound I hear is my fingers typing on my computer. Here I am, sitting alone in my personal space, trying to blend my self in this solitude.

I hate this silence. It's not a friendly silence that I like, but a hurting silence that stab me. It's a silence that I want to break, yet I should not do that. It's not about lying to myself - like my friend asked me. This is about doing the right thing.

And now I am screaming to heaven, hoping that the angels will sing for me, accompany me through the nights, and I will never feel alone.

I have made a promise, so I will keep it.
Let me keep the rest of it in my heart.

Comments

redwhitebride said…
promise-nya apa nih? nyelesein assignment? :-)
whatever it is, good luck, my dear!
8:38 AM
Harno Leonardus said…
what kind of silence do you like? Ehm...I like silence and I long for it. It's quite different with lonelines. Anyway..Mit keep going on your study. Have a marvelous day!
8:11 AM
Mita said…
lis : nyelesaiin assignment bukan promise sih, hahaha ... * ups, my advisor doesn't do blogwalking, does he :p ?*

retharsis : it's definitely different than loneliness :D. i like the morning silence in the retreat, i like a silent night where i spend sometime only for myself.
10:03 AM
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