Can we Clap Together Without Using Our Hands?

When you are upset, angry, and cannot tolerate others. To be honest, you are busy arguing against feelings within yourself. When you are angry, whether it's because of someone else's mistake, or a situation you don't want. At that time you were lost in your own mind. How your feelings, your assumptions, and your logic become very difficult for you to recognize. You cannot control yourself, cannot fight your selfishness, cannot understand what is really happening. You need time to dialogue with yourself, to understand the complexities that are happening. By venting your anger, you may even be adding to a long list of new problems. Problems that are often the way out are easier if solved by an acceptance, with your sincerity to try to understand.

Because losing is the best part of loving. It can mean a reminder that you still don't deserve it. Or a signal that something is better than him.

That night, silence approached. Unlike on city streets, the public is busy running around chasing dreams. Noises were heard airing along the road. Sheen lights scattered on the streets of the city, I just kept quiet with carrying all my senses, spinning quietly with lonely threads, I embroidered poems with tight wrapping, making a piece of cloth to cover grief. Here, I knit quietly on a dim night.

I like to write, while you like to read. We are two people who have different hobbies but still in the same object. When this mouth and heart cannot speak, I always pour it through a series of words. As for you, you just buried it. I wrote everything along with the traces of life, I recorded everything with hope that never went away. But, you just read it, just sitting in the open space without intending to reciprocate. I am a literary fan, which I cracked all the alphabets to hold you through words. Writing, is my way to leave a trail, so you know how to find me later. My hope, from all my writings that you read, may be a fertilizer for flowers in your heart, so that it continues to grow and bloom perfectly.

I can think of you as morning, which always starts my day with a warmth. I can make you a day, where you always make this heart bright. I can liken you as a night, where my longing is fruitful into the moon and stars. However, dusk said another to me: Make it as time, which time does not know the word tired to accompany your days when you feel happy, sad, anxious and anxious. And from those words, I finally agreed. I consider you as time.

There are people who give you everything while they have little.