The tongue.

Something without bones is mean. Something without bones is merciless. It attacked me several times on the head. It made me bleed, it made me fallen into the deepest darkest hole under my frailty. It delivered messages that would haunt me for years that I could barely erase them from my knotty mind. I tried to close my eyes and covered the imagery of that boneless thing with something more content, and I couldn’t. That shapeless form stabbed into the center of me and left marks it went all into the corners of it. I just followed the drift powerless, though I didn’t want to be any part of it.

 

Something without bones scares me a lot. It crawled into my bed and slipped inside my dreams. It contaminated them until I could no longer brave enough to lay back and sleep well again. It screeched with pitchy tones and said something sharp through my dreamy reflection, still inside my dreams. I couldn’t find the answer of how hard it was to cut this unpleasant contact.

 

Something without bones is gluey, as gluey as when it said horrible things about me. Even when I never said, or never did. It just glued, and it would stick on me, until like…

 

Forever.

 

~ G ~

 

For You: “Thank you for the LITLLE COWARD heart inside the BIG BLUFFING mouth.”

For another You: “Thank you for being such a DISAPPOINTING FRIEND ever be.”

And for the last You: “Thank you for the jealousy upon my existence. I’ll keep being your forever nightmare, coz you’re such a BIG SHORT FAT entertaining fool.”

24.

I closed my eyes and I called Your name. You came in a second, then we talked. I said I need You, and I thought You have left me. You said I'm stupid and asked me whether You've had abandoned me. I said I miss You and I miss mom, You answered You miss me too and my mom misses me even more. I said I'm getting older, You said I'm getting wiser. I said no, You said believe me. I mourned to think that I'm one year closer to meet You. You asked me if I indeed not desiring to meet you. That's not what I meant, I answered. I'm afraid I'm not ready yet, You said no one is ready to meet You, and You convinced me that You're not that frightening. I laughed, You smiled. I said You must be undoubtedly beautiful, You answered You would prefer to be said forever indescribable.

I said thank you for willing to talk with me, You said I'm one of Your creations, You should and shall always stick your eyes on me. I sobbed, You said don't cry. I smiled, You said "Happy birthday, go blow your 24 liquid candles. No need to do the make-a-wish ritual, I already knew yours. Cheers, human"

November 15
~G~

Fitting.

Habis fitting kebaya buat acara resepsi anaknya salah satu boss gede perusahaan tempat saya menguras keringat dan air mata.

Duh.... Kerahnya bener-bener tidak sesuai dengan harapan. Gue minta yang victorian style, kenapa yang nongol model blue-colar style gini?

Harus dirubah, harus! Selamatkan martabat bangsa seperti Obama!!!

*bener-bener postingan ngga penting. Cowo gue mana yah? Blom nongol... Pantatnya blom kering apa ya? Yasudahlah, bakar sebatang lagi aja kalo gitu.

~G~