Song of Solitude (6)

She wasn’t sorry. She was meant for glory.

There’s no make believing
The sound of the wings
Of the flight

, of a dove

“I have been crafting stories of not meant to be, but it is so deceitfully heartwarming. We fall off steps the same gravity, but we hover different skies. I never thought this could be painful, but so painfully exalting. “ She flustered by the thought of enterprising and of expanding, the possibilities were endless but her brazenness so firmly grounded; like it was where it was supposedly cultivated but she knew full well it was to no avail because at last their taken roads were en route to the different brinks: she was of low, he was of high.

She traveled backwards memories, if she were given a chance, if there was anything that could reassure her, she could tell without slightest hint of hesitation. But it could turn upside down, “Why do I have to involve myself in the game if I’m not even qualified for it. We are both of the same moral compass, but of different intensity, quite significantly.” She throwed up the sponge at last, “Juliet is just plain gullible, and Romeo is only taking her love for granted, he knew she could turn him into a romantic hero.” She continued rewinding the scenes, for insofar as her scattered brain always failed to count, had been of great nursery ryhmes. She acted out a foil to his being a statue, she chose to believe to have been trapped in his luminous nobility.

At least, she could nail an “Ozymandiaz” dignity and wore proud her tranquil composure as she refused to have been carried into his bandwagon, “I’m not drown, if seemingly so, I can’t swim at the first place and I’m a coward.” She abhorred from her possible deteriorated ends, if entitled to account for her adjourning. In remembrance, she found herself but left frantic.

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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (96)

The Story of a Little Prince

“Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting tired and I need someone to rely on.” Lily Allen, Somewhere Only We Know

There was once a little prince who lived by himself on a small asteroid called b612. He believed that he should take care of his planet, so he always cleaned his three volcanoes and cut the baobabs trees roots that secretly grew underground and could split the planet into pieces.

One day, a seed mysteriously blossomed and turned into a flower. The little prince had never seen a flower. “You are so beautiful“, he said. “I’m going to water you and protect you with this glass globe at night.” The little prince decided to call her rose, he loved her very much and rose loved her little prince.

They were together all the time but because rose was constantly demanding for the little prince attention, he started to detach her feelings towards him. The little prince decided it was time for him to make new friends. So, he went on a trip around the universe, leaving rose behind.

On the first planet, the little prince found a king who had lived there on his own for many years when he saw the little prince, he happily said, “good, good, I have someone to rule now.” So the king started to order him around and called him his subject but the little prince was not used to taking orders from anyone. ‘Friends do not give orders anyway‘, so he decided to leave the little prince continued his journey.

On the next planet he found a man very well dressed. The coinceted man said to the little prince, “oh, now I have someone to admire me.” The man dressed in all sorts of clothes and expected the little prince always to tell him how good he looked but after some time little prince thought, “Friendship should not be based only on compliments.” So, he left.

On the next planet, the little prince found an old man with lots of books around him.”What are all those books about?” The little prince asked. “I’m a geographer.” Said the old man, “So, I write about the rivers, the mountains, and the deserts. Tell me about your planet, so I can write about it.” The little prince started talking about himself, the volcanoes and the baobabs trees and of course about his rose. “How wonderful.” Said the geographer, “but I can only write about the things that last forever, so I can not write about you, and your rose.” The little prince never thought that he or his rose were not eternal and he felt sad. The geographer had no interest in him and friends do, so he left and travelled to a planet called earth.

On earth, the little prince met a fox and asked her “can we be friends?”, the fox answered, “only if you tame me.” The little prince was intrigued, “what does taming mean?” He asked. “It means to establish ties, to create a bond.” The fox said. “Otherwise, you are just a little boy to me. Like thousands of other little boys and I have no need of you and you too, have no need of me, for I am just like any other fox.” The little prince responded, “I’m beginning to understand. I have a flower. I think I have tamed her. I miss her a lot.” So, the little prince realized, that even though his flower was so proud and temperamental, she was unique to him and a true friend. “My rose needs me.”

He thought, so he decided to go back. Back to his volcanoes, into his baobabs tree. And the little prince saw her, he hugged his beautiful rose and said, “I’m responsible for you and I will be with you, forever.”

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My dear kind of future prince, I’m the rose that you have tamed. I will let you wander, but you know at the end of the day, someday, you will always have me. I strongly believe in this, ‘jodoh pasti bertemu’

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (97)

What meant to be meant to be

My closet dream job has been to become an aurora hunter [excitement intensifies]. Let’s keep on believing I will eventually become one someday. Even when I’m not sure I could even bear to be in such cold weather for a long time, it will turtor me indeed, but for something that made for glory (see, the number of [enthusiastic clicking] on the like button, as I stalk the account, it is one of the pictures with the most likers), for something in which its mystery worth unfolding, you dare not to surrender.

I’m a forward thinker and an optimist, so while dreaming and making effort to make the closet dream job comes true, let me join the hype by having myself an account in Aurorasaurus, a project by NASA for those aurora hunters to report their capturing STEVE, one type of auroras. I wish I could just flee to the place when Aurorasaurus notified me there might be a visible aurora near Iceland. [desperation intensifies]

And I wish it would be like an online dating, who knows I can find my prince of fellow aurora hunter in the application, it would be great, but it sounds too good to be true (omg, I have a Mr. Stranger already) . [enthusiastic dreaming]. My, dear God, I have been somewhat an unrealistic dreamer, but if you allow me to, let me witness the glory of one of the most chasing phenomenon, if not only staring at the picture endlessly, hopelessly, and helplessly. I’m so letting lose, if I were meant to experience, I would be standing mesmerizing and witnessing.