Marbles

Once upon the time, when time was sleep, there’s a man  who had a little boy inside in his, climbing the wall of time, drove his faithful car to reach one place where there’re more noises than just a breeze and water whisper. 

He broughts some beans, coins and dew in his backpack. He dropped all that things inside his bagpack put them among his bagpack’s permanent residences, such as seeds, flowers, leaves and some dark soil.

He wore his best coat, red transparant wavy one...with green head and purple word “Universe” on his left up arm, and shoes which had similar color with his pants, dark chocolate.

It was in the mid day, after the breeze exhaled for  the second time, he had his escaping jump.

Along the way of driving, he kept his mouth shut and praying that nothing could hear his dissapearing. Even he sometimes holded his breath or exhaled in really quiet way.

His faithful car run without track, so faithfully, trying to bring his master to find the more noises place that his master dreamed off.

In another place, where the noises’re too much, lived one friend of that man who had a  little boy inside his. She played marbles with him most of the time, for their colors and shape and their way of run and walk...which surely rolling and rolling. He and she’re new friend with their same believe that speed always be the important thing to have a good rolling of their marbles.

One time in between of that driving away time, there’s cloud and wavy wind. And the marbles’re abandoned. Rolling a little to the left side and to the right side. Among so much noises and the rolling marbles, she who’s  a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, wondered about his road and if he could find the more noise place that he longed for.

Than one picture came, a city train picture, with the train shape became the center of the picture, came to a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, she. With the line above it “Ini kereta jalan di kota yg tinggal saya :) ”.

Since that time, she who’s  a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, always tried to find him, he who had a little boy inside his, inside of the train picture everytime she who’s  a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, wondered of the road he who had a little boy inside his, had.

Story by Meitha Soekotjo, 16:04, 12/12/2011.

Picture by Caman Calmato Blue.

Made

That day came finally
the day of our first day
the day which filled of us
you and me

All without pause
no distance
no wait
I was there see you straight

Begin with stories
stories of you
my little one
of you Made

I could not change mine
of feeling
of wondering
of loving you

Then, jump!
yes, we did a jump
me to you
you to me

I didn't try to hide
or run
or pretend
even...saying "no"

Now, here without you
without straight sight
you are here
with me inseparable

I will be waiting
looking for
the moment
of us again - which is for forever

(for my beloved son, Made)

begin-ner

was I
have I
did I
not so sure
even
not so blur

I was
I have
I really did
some marks said so
some bruises tell me so

still I fall
still I'm bruised
and
surprise
for the feel and the sensations

cry and laughs
as I was not
have not
did not
ever be in

such a begin-ner
of falling
all over
of
love

picture: http://www.skatescool.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/beginner-inline-skater.jpg

Recycled Houses

Get in the Crowd

Once there was a moment for one girl to be curious about herself.
The moment happened for one time in one moment of her life.
After and before the moment ended, she needs to find herself ways to figure out herself.

Figuring out herself needs more than one moment.
Figuring out herself needs more than one way.
Figuring out herself needs more than one time to try.
The long way of curiosity.
The long way moment.
The long way in trying.

Once there was a moment for one boy to be curious about himself.
The moment happen for the whole his life.
With or without come to his way from figuring out.
Even so, he needs more than one moment, one way and one try to fulfill the curiosity.
As the same as the girl.

Silence

Today come after yesterday,
the day that you were here,
as today.

Yesterday finished before today,
when you are here,
as yesterday.

In silence we were..
In silence we are..

Love can never be so silence.
Love is too silence to be listened and too be loud to be spoken.
As we were..
As we are..
...in the silence and in the loud of our love.

"mine is yours"

Everybody might know how to say something, everything that he/she wants to say.
The sounds of the words could be different from each people.
The meaning of the words and sentences have a big possibility of differences, which the tone, the aim and the character from the person who talks gonna be the important things to consider.

So, when you hear someone talk to you of some words in some sentences, you will give one or some reactions, which is/are an/some output/s from the meaning of the words, the tone, the aim and the character of the person you get.

Making people get to know our character, that what we do everyday.
Most of us always stick to one character, or, most of us believe that he/she sticks to one character.
Do most of us stick to the one and only one character..?

Being oneself is what we do everyday...with only one or more character.
I've found, that some people like to be predictable and the others like to be not (in purpose and not in purpose).
And, for those who like to be unpredictable in purpose, should take "making the other people regret and feeling regret because of others" as an ordinary situation, with or without their acceptance to the situations.

We never know exactly who is the one we have conversation with, so understanding for everybody is the weapon to avoid the uncomfortable situation.
That's what we have to do, if we want feel comfortable in any ways.
And when there's someone seems having a big effort to discourage your understanding sense, giving a nice "walk away" action as your big understanding could be a choice then.

Understanding always becomes a top theme in friendship.
Does it..?
What will happen when the existing of the character sees the understanding as a barrier or just as a tool..?

When you love someone, understanding has became a theme in relationship too.
And there are some examples for giving the understanding on the above or under the existing of the character.

Do you mind if i say, one thing that we can share as "ours" or "mine is yours" or "yours is mine" is "The Understanding"..?
Actually, there are so many understanding has been given to us everyday..

The sunrise, the sunset, the moon, the stars, the rain, the snow, the falling leaves, the birth, the death, the smile, the tears, the knowledge, the hand, the leg, the foot, the brain, the lips, the chick, the chin, the eyes, the stomach, the heart, the
soul, the breast, the chest, the toe, the cry, the clothes, the pain, the shoes, the bible, the quran, the neighbor, the friend, the lover, the mother, the father, the child, the pet, the computer, the typewriter, the book, the mobile phone, the car, the train, the plane, the love, the hate, the sick, the health, you, me, us, they, mine, yours, ours, theirs, are some of it.

- how -

Everyday there's..
.. a must for something to be happened.
.. a time to be passed.
.. a routine goes on and on.
.. a new foot step made.
.. a hand reaching out.
.. a thing to be thought.
and..
.. a moment..when i find, you.

--mybedroomsept1609