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If I ask, do I like fate? For some things I will answer, yes. But, do you know. There are still many destinies that I do not understand. It is fate that makes me curse many things. Be it myself, the people around me, my neighborhood, and what makes the most sense to me is the fate itself. Now, what destiny did I live? I had hoped my best destiny would come. Make me live as before. Happy.
The sky was originally beautiful, with a soothing light blue radiance. It was beginning to fade and look grieving. Soon I stared, he began to shed tears of his sadness. Thousands of rain storms that brought me back to the past. I began to bemoan the horrible incident. From my viewing angle. The figure I had been so afraid of. I always do what he wants. The rules are always my reason to obey.
He started scolding me. Trying to explain what rules I'm trying to break. But, I can only cry. Right from my sight. I was fifteen years ago. Still a little girl who can not rule. Can only cry and admit his mistake. You know who's scolding me?
An overflow of sadness. Not just tears. The storm also accompanied the regret. Now, only wailing I can grasp.
From the point of view of this sinner. I saw the regret as if to swallow the light of my life. Keeps me glued to the darkness of regret. The person I feared was completely gone. I can no longer see him chanting the advice I hate the most. Let me hurt. Hope he will come back to me. Tie back the rules he made.
Do you know? What is the reason behind my regret? Slowly, the sky began to forget his sorrow. Cloudy clouds are willing to change places. The beautiful light blue sky slowly reveals an extraordinarily beautiful side. Flowers that almost died of fear, doused beautifully with the sun's light. The world seemed to live again. The alarming darkness seemed to have vanished. I like this natural atmosphere. For a moment I can forget the darkness that swallowed the light of my life.
Can I pour out my heart to you guys? Will this reason for my fear? Really, how much do you care?
My gaze began to frown on the figure of a teenager who is moving nowadays. The clothes I wear. Up to perfume that is attached to my identity. I have long run from the bitterness of life. Started to smell the calm. Life is my gap. Will it disappear with my regret?
Sometimes I feel free. As the memory of the past began to be covered with the memory of my happy hour. Calm down, for the presence of caring people. No more coercion of will. I started to govern myself. Without obligation to follow anyone's command.
However, when the sky began to darken. I also felt the darkness again. As re-entered his presence. Angry figure. The regulator. The cultivation of discipline. Somehow I feel obliged to thank him.
Am I really a sinner? Is it true that he is much more sorry? If he were alive, would he be more mourning for my life? Was there a sense of affection for me?
Now, I started down this almost drying wet road. At once down the dark side of the past. Back in the last dozen years. From the angle of my vision the umpteenth time. Myself who was sitting pensively. Violent self that tried to escape from this rule. Honestly, I'm very disappointed. Why I let him hoot me cruelly. Why I'm so easy to get rid of my tears for her. But, I can not deny. The normal life I'm living now. Truly not as normal as that