Hai.
Gak kepikiran kata selain ‘hai’ buat pembukaan but I’ve been so damn craving
for blogging!!! Seriously. After all that I’ve been through, tonight feels
like giving relief for me. I’m not typing in my own black-greyish laptop.
Instead, I borrow my friend’s laptop. Honestly, its whereabouts is still
unknown. I don't know whether it’s being hot due to the overused by somebody or
used by a thief’s son. Yes, my house, especially
my tranquil room was burgled. All at once my
laptop and all of my stories within were stolen.
How did I feel? Terrible. I couldn’t even think further regarding that
shit. All that I’d been thinking was well organized chapters of my novel, a
collection of my stories which hasn’t been published yet, and my tales of
memories that could only be frozen in sentences. I’d been typing day by day,
putting in a lot of pain, bliss, fury, loss. One thing came to my mind, ‘are
they gone in a trash bin by one click only?’.
No matter what, I still believe that though my writings are not seen anymore, they have never been gone. They
always belong to me. Staying in my mind and my heart, waiting for me to transform
them into sentences in a different way. New style. Yesterdays may be old-fashioned.
God doesn’t like it.
One thing that I’m afraid of the most is not the day when I lost
it but the days after it. Once, I thought to rewrite the stories down, but it has never had the same feeling. I can’t. Trust me, it’s about the
feeling you don’t even understand.
Luss
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