Dance

Our gaze and eyes locked in a spiral, and we got closer.

Close by inches.

Our lips tangled to a never ending dance.

Ecstasy.

It was only a month, but it felt surreal.

Felt like she was the one, amongst all the others.

Yet she faltered.

And we are strangers once again.

Two lines.

Two lines.

Each line drawn from their perspective, seemingly converge into one.
Together, they formed a line.
The line has its bumps, has its share of problems, and happiness.





Now, the lines separate from each other.

Both of them, going their separate ways.
The other, without any conscious of the one who has been waiting for her.

To draw a new line requires courage, determination.
But he has none of that now.

さよなら。

An old friend.

It's been awhile old friend, blog.

Rather, you've been collecting dust, thinking all this while it has been going smoothly.

No. Not really

The seemingly spark of life, faded away as like the others.
Deemed to be an adhere spiral.

Her love was not what it used to be. She fell apart like an old papyrus, with the slightest of touches it disintegrates. That was a few months ago, and he, trailing and prodding along, climbing up the hill to regain his strength, and the papyrus, shed herself into the dark.

Until his foolishness came in.

An urge to find a way into the one who had left him back in Australia.
The one person whom he still holds dearly into his voided heart.

Her mind still unchanged though.
She still has a strong presence, a strong perseverance with his boyfriend's wishes.
Her mind still clouded from shackles.

But is the chance zero percent for a comeback?

M does not think so...it is still not zero.

M does not want any regrets, and he is prepared to go all out.

A new year.

2013.

A new start.

A new life.

A new direction.


Without seeping doubts, he moved forward.
His future, settled.

His heart, withheld its breathing moments.
Purely a bond between the both of them, after meeting again for a whole year.

Australia.

He blinked.

A moment felt like its been forever in a spiral of high magnitude.

A life of consistent ups and downs.

Knowingly he left deep memories and attachment to everything, everyone in Australia.

And onward to another chapter in his life, back in Malaysia.

This Sunday, due to leave the country, and begone from its doorstep.

Now there were two.

They gave their handshakes, their goodbyes.
Their time together was well spent, like the 3 Musketeers.

Saying goodbye to a lifelong friend was nerve wrecking, abysmal emotions.
The crazy Indonesian left and parted ways, to be with their own futures.
As he stood in line before flying off into the Rising Sun.

And then.
Now.
There were two.

Lifeless room.

A lifeless room.

He scurried to pack his belongings into makeshift cardboard boxes.

To be sent home.

His 4 year humble little room, has done its job.

And now, half empty and degraded.

The posters gone, the pictures taken down.
The air became stale.

He wondered if this was the right choice.