Dear my Soul,
You held my hand as we looked at the stars tucked tightly between folds of darkness. My soul was spilled all over the space between us and my face was a mess. "I would die and kill for you," you said. And then dark blues and reds came pouring from the skies and we tried to catch them in our outstretched palms. They flowed through our fingertips and we smeared the painted pain on everything we could find, covered faces matching spattered street signs. We knew in the morning everyone would see, everyone would know. And I was afraid when you first said those words, but when I saw the warmth in your eyes, I knew everything would be alright.
Kisah kita layaknya sebuah dongeng kesiangan. Terasa asing menyepi dalam terangnya mentari. Namun tidak mengapa, asal masih bisa tertinggal, kubiarkan saja ia berkisah sesuka. Semoga masih ada dongeng yang indah esok hari
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