Red Sajadah
Mine is red, with certain colors of black, very fabulous shape. Couple of skins and touching the skin itself. Every second I waste is more than of what I take and get. Somehow, everything is made will be broken but why and how come..
Who do I need? Or a thing needs me? None of those are explained clearly for me. Vern of mine always asking who and who and nothing asking about something ensure. I can’t show who I am without it cares for me. What’s wrong with this one thing called world stuff, is it important to thinking of? Disaster of world, whole of world pieces are need one. Yeah, one thing called a pray..
Red and certain of Black, what I have to calling it. Hmm, “above” and “one”, am I wrong? No.. This is what I got only, working with all of burdens on top of my shoulder, my head and my lovely vertigo. I thing called this s**t, I don’t care. All I need is two of that, but no line has been given for me? Wonder when I get this going through of my life. I have to sit on top of it, but I have to asking on top of my selfish. Listen to me and listen to me, until I become unperfected and reloading again all of my old memories kept by this thing. I can’t remember since I couldn’t able to remember of my pain.
My heart is fully attack, my pillow and my sorrow has been gone, but somehow it goes back to its hole. End? No.. Start? No, nothing of these has clearly explained. I can’t be on this, to let it go without me. I need it, but I don’t know anymore it needs me or not. Lost already and stuck on mind. I was taught never let go it, but I have a passion. A passion which need to be maintained, but with what? Did I have this kind of tools? I don’t want to erase this, to directly destroy my steps. I am tired with this role playing, I need to take some rest. Rest on top of this, sleep and dream beyond of my control. Could I?
-Dedicated to my red-
