It was my first writing in the early years. Writing is a
lonely working based on a mood, a things that comes randomly without
expectation. And when it comes to you, your words raced along your mind and
sometimes it’s hard to stop, it just like love that comes suddenly and you
can’t reject it.
It just like a mood to write that appears unexpectedly, love
comes without a chance to choose with whom you fall in love, it just like a cloudy
days and suddenly comes the sun brighter your day. Or it is like a rainy
day and the rainbow comes slightly move over the rain. And when it comes to you, you
can’t lie to yourself that you have a brighter face and lighter eyes. Ibnu
Atha’illah Al-Iskandari in his famous sufism book called Al-Hikam say’s “what was hidden in
your deepest heart will appears in your physical appearance”. And I’m agree, if
its not have impact to your appearance it is not love, I don’t know why because
maybe love is feeling and it cant be describe rationally.
And if you ask me what I’m feeling now, just read my
paragraph below….
And suddenly I get lost …
My soul is lost in you…..
