Back up to life.

Mia - 25th July 2010 -

You found me when I was as fragile as an old, cracking glass, marooned silenced on the empty street, abandoned like an invisible dust. The sun didn't seem to be able to illuminate anymore sunshine for the crying, broken heart.

You found me when I stumbled down the folded grasses, crashed quietly into the full bushes, hidden perfectly as I was coated with red, dried blood showing no mercy towards my painful suffering. It was true, the sun no longer seemed to be able to illuminate anymore bright light to the darkening, blackness of the lonely heart.

The wound was too long to be there, pasted permanently into my heart, like an invisible scar unable to be washed away, became my most loyal friend throughout the rest of the journey of my life. But you have caught me, Gave me those vanished loves, gave me back my losing senses, so that I could turn my face to you, to give my heart for you and sworn my life for you.

There was nothing I could do, to shake my head while our eyes locked into each other, when you touched me, gave me the tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach, and kissed me your breath while our hands grasped each other tightly, and gave me the meaning of my life back into the reality.

Somehow in the dark, you turn on a candle light to shine the heart, who had died for such a long time, you gave spirit towards the broken, flying soul, and woke it up from all the hallucination of eerie nightmares.

You woke me back up into life. My precious life...

Realization.

Mia - 25th July 2010 -

Without me realizing it...

I fell in love for the countless time again. When our gazes unified on one target of view to the clear, blue sky, painting every bright smile, sprinkling color full of rainbows, spreading the unreadable reasons of life. And I know I was born for you, whilst you sculpt a beautiful world, beyond every little watercolors, knowing that you were my guiding light, the pair of eyes for me to see the right path. There was no more darkness, as you shine the night bright, like angels being adorned in holy and love. As we all knew, in this gifted and miraculous life, nothing was perfect. Black and white was always there accompanying us in every step we took, every words we said, every movement we made. I would say an oath to die for you, my dear. As I owe you my life. There would be no other substitution, of my love for you, neither the huge land nor the deep sea. Because I would just unite them, and sat down on my knees whilst bowing my head down, as I spoke my most affectionate love for you, and spread my hands out to present you how much you have my heart.

Without me realizing it...

Coma.

Mia - 21st July 2010 -

Drinks the blood greedily, eats the heart voraciously, drains the antibody completely and more over, kills the organs softly. Pulls the innocent soul of an unconscious person out into the cold air slowly. The job of an invisible evil, yet active and sickly rapid. Even the name brings the most awkward and disheartening atmosphere when being spoken out loud. Can easily stops the heart beat for a dead second whilst the aura of the chills last. Simply twists the mind of a stranger in grasping fright and give fears to the conscious just with the single, passing noun.

Leaves the helpless person motionless, untangled on the bed of white sheet and arms full with wired of liquid tubes and horrible chemicals. Skins as pale as a ghostly girl floating on the grave waiting for the moonlight to shine her. Chest keeps moving to the rhythm of the breathing, but everything else inside and outside of the body is dying. They say it's just for a little while, whilst waiting for it to escape from the sleeping soul and awakens the person back to the loud, adventurous reality. Temporarily dead. Squared-room filled with deafening silence and the beeping heartbeat and rating on the modern technology's screen. The journey of a heart who's about to continue or to end.

But this noun - this evil - is not the single, fine line between the miraculous life and the sentenced death. Therefore the helpless soul is actually not afraid of it. Of the deafening threats and blinding, invisible job. He and she has only known it, new and an unwilling stranger, not a true or real friend. It is just a hallucination from an unwanted dream. It's just too strong that it succeed in dragging and pulling the soul into the blackness of the ugly dark. Seeding the sharp, endless fear inside a pure heart, and deadly, firing scenes inside a beautiful mind. Almost like an apocalypse, conquering whilst the poor, two feet are lost in fighting the battlefield. The best persuader in the world when it comes to crushing an innocent life. Best persuader, strong hallucinations. But truth to be told, it is just not powerful enough.

When the innocent soul is lying there not moving, all the loving, caring and passionate ones are loyal to the end. They shed their precious tears out, shut their natural eyes and fold their hands together to perform a prayer, whispering words of awakening and full spirit, shining the brightest light towards the darkness, and even sleep their heads on the bed full of white, scary sheet. Their painful cries, forcing smiles, sincere prayers and honest words are the most powerful strength in this world. It's powerful enough to pull the soul back into the bright light and the reality of sweetness and bitterness. Feeling all the pain of the loved ones while laying there unattached is enough to wake one without any loud surprise.

All the love in the world is struggling to find it's real place back when everyone suddenly connect together to pray for each other. The link and the bond is the strongest connection. Whilst the reality is returning, somehow there is consequences. It's to be told that when this kind of situation happen, it actually depends on the soul to take the decision and to make the right choice. After all, what makes a man a man? It's not the choices he had, it's the decision that he makes, it's not how he start things, but it's how he end things. In the end, honesty wins whilst fallibility losses. The loyal ones stands straight with even stronger power as the evil is about to hide itself in shame and a life full of sin. And victory is right there at that moment when the innocent soul finally wakes up from the temporary dead.

Coma.