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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Blue

"To really think about it, i never hear him cry. Even for one drops, even in greatest sadness, he never showed it. But he said to me once that he cry. I still can't hear or see him cry, and i don't like the idea of him crying. Utterly, he cried. He still cry here and there, running uncontrolable, throwing away the teardrops like a blood, or like a waters. He can't shout, so that's when he cries even louder. He showed it to nobody except himself. You know, that kind of silent cry. That kind of run-to-the-forest-and-cry-for-a-while-and-get-back-soon, or like an invisible feelings. Its there, but you can't really see it. But its there. He cried without words. Without any voices. Without any defenses. But no, he does not want the world to know, he definately dont want to look weak. So there it is, i can hear him cry emotionless, sobbing for hours. I dont see tears, but i finally hear him crying. A lots."

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