Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Call her moonchild.



Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lonely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadows of a willow
Talking to the trees of the cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain
She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden
Lovely moonchild
Drifting in the echoes of the hours
Sailing on the wind in a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child

King Crimson - Moonchild

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I miss you for sure..

Rewinda Omar said...

don't you wish to be free, my dear?

Anonymous said...

Tell me, tell me, tell me.. Are we free?

Rewinda Omar said...

We? No.

Anonymous said...

Everything passes. How are you?

Rewinda Omar said...

Me? what do you mean?
I will always live like this. This silence depressed me.
Why am I given emotions that I can't control? I had terrible feelings, a feeling of deep anxiety and dread typically an unfocused in general, a feeling of sorrow and sadness without apparent cause and realize I stuck with it and there's nothing I can't do about it. It hurts, hurts me a lot. The hurt I feel is almost unbearable, my mind tells me I'm being irrational but the pain in my chest won't abate. I feel like this not in my head but in my heart, or am I just extremely softhearted?
There's nothing worse than not knowing what happen to yourself. I'm walking conflicts, internal battles, I'm battling monster. Being a person is getting to complicated. I pretend I wasn't really bothered if something bothered me. I know it's not good to pretend but more often than not it works. If there's any happens hurt me, I just take myself somewhere no one can see and see me cry. I always want sleep for a thousand years or just not exist or just not be aware that people does exist. Humanity? I no longer need. I don't know if I've ever felt like that. Bukowski once said "I don't hate people, I just feel better when they're not around." that's how I feel.
I just want comfort on difficult, sunset to warm my heart, beauty for my eyes to see, faith so that I can believe, patience to accept the truth and I also wish my feelings were not longer in my heart and is a daily fight between my heart and my mind. But life is always like that, sometimes life is real motherfucker.
I want somehow to get away with you into the world where words like that categories like that won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other who are the whole life to each other and nothing else on earth will matter. I hardly talk words seem such waste.
That night after our talk, it was pain. I turned you into stranger in order to forget you, and now I'm the stranger.
I hope you never leave.

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