Tears speak for themselves

Tears speak for themselves

"Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that i would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.” 
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

HISTERIA LANE

a year away from Histeria Lane
I returned and find it changed
All those ghosts from the past awaken
And helplessly i found a drop of tear on my face
I haven't found my rest yet
Still question has not been answered
And i have to keep on walking
Though i never find my rest
'Cause silence is all you got

Tired

Very tired today, so many things to think about and do.
People keep telling me what to do, but it's not that simple, or is it?
This is the moment where i just lift my hands off the wheel and hoping God would take the wheel and drive me somewhere safely.
I got myself this far, sudddenly i'm lost and don't know whether i should stop or moving on.
Really, so tired tonight, hope tomorrow will shed some light on me.

The Road

The road i'm taking is not easy
You put pebbles on my steps
The holes i fell into
The storm i have to endure
Sometimes i just want to give up
But You always keep pulling me back in
Yes, the road i'm taking is not easy
But the path leads me to You

Sepenggal Kisah Asa dan Lara ...

Dalam rintihan Lara mencari Asa, setarik napas dalam doa agar ia kembali.
Tulangnya mengering, semangatnya patah. Kenangan membunuhnya perlahan, tiada jalan tuk kembali.
Terlambat...
Ini kesudahan mimpi panjang itu, mimpi yang akhirnya menguras segenap intisari Lara.
Akhir perjalanan kecil tak bermakna. Jalan Utara membisu, sekali lagi ia hanya tempat berpijak.
Alam mendakwa pemimpi kecil itu, karena terus menggenggam.
"Lepaskan!" Seru mereka, namun tak mereka tahu tangannya menggenggam hampa.
Bukan ia enggan melepaskan, namun memang itu tak pernah ada.
"Jangan patahkan buluh yang terkulai", semilir Angin Timur memeluknya.
Bisikannya menenangkan, dan Lara ingin percaya.
"Jalanmu pada Asa masih panjang, Jalan Utara menyimpan rahasia waktu, namun bukan kebetulan ia ada.
Pembuatnya adalah Penciptamu, yang ingin kau tiba di tujuan".
Semburat hidup nampak, namun luka terlalu dalam.
Denyutnya melemah, Asanya menjauh, tinggal Lara di kubangan kenangan.
Kenangan sebelum semua ini ada, saat Jalan Utara belum tercipta.
Saat Lara adalah Asa.