Words can read deep into your heart, deep into your mind.
Some might think why I write many sentimental topic and label me as a sentimental writer and that is not true.
Because the inspiration of creation is came from your mind, your heart. And I had to say, I have a big heart.
I might pessimistic but I always hope for the best.
I always told myself, everything will crush you in your life.
But deep down, never forget where you came from, what the purpose from the beginning and what make you reach until here.
I like to create or invent. Like an inventor.
I like to create story, images, video and more that I can imagine.
You can judge, criticize but never telling me to stop create.
I read a lot recently.
Words keep flow in my head.
Life of meaning, thought of matter.
I'm waiting my chance to post my typography that I already create.
I love words like I said.
"She not perfect. She mess things up. She have height phobia. She have select the phobia. She strong at the same time she weak. She cried at middle of the night. She miss someone but afraid to call. But, all she want is a man who bring her flower, understand her flaws and love it all. "
I really not angry or mad or any else you would think of
After I text you morning today and just now read your blog
I found myself really need to tell you something that I don't understand.
I'm a human, I talk to my love one (friends and family and lover) like a lot. Any funny, silly things or thought I think of, or any dream I dreamed, bullshit a lot but in the end we laugh at it or maybe knows life how should it be. I hold on every memory, every single tiny details of my love one, maybe sometimes will forget. I can be a very good listener, in fact you already know and I can come up something very serious thought and the same time try to cheer you up, but starting point is you willing talk to me.
I don't understand.
When I ask for the battery, you took it, and you never say a thing. I spend whole day and beg for the staff must find it for me because it is very important. Until, the staff told me, you took it.
I was like, do I text you before I started to wait? Yes. I do text, but why you don't say a thing? Okay, fine, maybe you're busying.
The way I found myself for any excuses of your reason that not reply a single word or how you act to me recently is more than your imagine. These days, my hope became desperate. You never reply my text. At the end, I just feel, it is enough for me that you already "seen" the massage. If you text back, that is my lucky day.
I don't understand.
You said, I'm your soul mate or maybe soul mate is too shallow to describe between us.
Well, that bother me, because I keep on asking myself, who are you to me?