if a promise ain't enough

If my coming here were my will, I would not have come.
Also, if my departure were my will, how should I go?
Nothing could be better in this ruined lodging,
Than not to have come, not to be, not to go.


- Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam -

_{Sang Bulan}

It was one of those rare moments in life.


I was sitting alone in the dark, the scent and light from my candles filled the air and space in my hollow room. A slight breeze rushed in from the wide open windows. And then I looked up and saw her there.


Its funny that I didn't notice her at first. She was trying to hide behind a very thin antenna, which serve no purpose as she glows of light straight into my heart.


My desire to sleep left unnoticed. All I wanted to do is just sit there and be with her. Despite the distance. Despite the difference. Where she glows of light. And my soul spells E-M-P-T-Y.


I realised she's slipping away. But I kept on waiting, for no reason. Just to see her. As she slides away from my eyesight.


At least I can remember for a moment, she was there, that she really existed, and that I was the luckiest person on earth at that very moment to admire her beauty and loving every single dot of light that made up that powerful authoritative glow.


I don't expect her to look back. I don't even try to imagine that she notice me.


As the sky went completely black and empty like my soul, she was once there. And I was there with her.