Evil

He made from pure dusts and thousand pieces of stars
And a chunk of warm heart.
Contains 80% of waters.
He is scattered upon the night and dusk.

If he were never meant to going back to the stars
Then he prefer to be in this earth
Between these demons
Destroyed all the things around him

But he never meant to move
Even half of him is the horizon
And every thin air he breathe is from the blue,
So does he never leave.

He made from pure dusts and thousand pieces of stars,
And a chunk of warm heart.
He is scattered upon the night and dusk.
But
There is no evil in him.
There never was.

Literal Distance

Some people said that,
Silent presence are much better than empty words,
Means
That it is better,
To have someone be there without saying anything,
Than have someone to said a lot of things from far away?

But
Does anyone actually ever thought of,
Distance?

I mean, literal distance,
When i think, that
If only i could fly and embrace him,
As i said with my words before,
Then i would.
But im here
He is there
Miles, miles away

So you think, what can i do?
Sky-diving accross the sea?
Walk for thousand miles?
Fly there with imaginary wings?
Or even, doing what, magical teleportation?

Don't you think it all are so complicated to do?
Don't you think its pretty hard,
To have someone that you always cared so much,
Apart from you?
Don't you think it is sad,
If you can't be there instantly when they need you the most?
If you are missing them so much yet you can't meet?
Then perhaps when you agree with me, remember this;
It is never been so easy.
Love is always being difficult.

When you can't present,
You can always talk.
Words does matter.
It is meant from the heart.

So that
They can feel you in your words.

One Day, That Morning

When i was in high school, i remember i went to school, accidentally, really early in the morning and it was just some people already in class because they have special duty for cleaning the class based on our schedule. I still remember the sky was still a bit dark purple, the haze was still covering whole school, and the sunrise wasn't even fully appears.
I walked slowly passed the school's mosque and basketball court. It was so quiet, despite the fact that in the afternoon, the school will be full of chaos.
As i walked through the corridor into my class, i saw this guy, one of my lovely classmate, stood there with his mineral water bottle, and i saw him poured waters to the plants and flowers in front of the class. I'm sure that guy is not in class-cleaning schedule, so i asked him what is he doing with those plants. Nobody ever remember to give them waters, i mean. Despite of how stupid the question will sounds, that time i don't even think carefully before i ask someone something.
He still didn't look at me straightly and still busy pouring waters to the soils, but i think he knew who was talking. He answered, said, 'If i dont give them waters, then the flowers will be dry.'
His answer drowns me to the deepest mind of my brain. I zoned out for a while. Then the warmth of the sunrise suddenly bring me back to reality. From every windows, her golden colors rising, comes slowly, shining beautifully through the class.
Then i remember, i saw his pair of really bright, brown eyes, while he is smiling and poured waters to the next plants beside him.
The answer is beautiful.
It is.