you're on the boat on the middle of the sea. Suddenly you see a floating box and grab it. you hardly uncover it and put out what inside there. a letter?
"I'm a war victim. one of thousands.
the bruises, tired, and hungry streak is nothing compared to our fear hearing the sound of cracking gun, hissing grenade and finally a boom.
we run our barefoot. fast. until i feel like no ground beneath. it feels more like flying.
No wonder we take sleeping as great reward.
I pinch hard my own cheek every morning just to find out if I really am still alive.
I move my finger to the nostril of my beloved around, just to know if they're still breathing. don't know whether my reaction will be a breathe out of relief or burst of tears.
when people from other part of world curiously wonder when will they die, we're here more lucky because we've got the certain clue. it's close.
now fingers are here to count the remaining minutes of life. we wait for each turn.
death also counts its finger. day by day, I've lost many.
seeing them, the beloved toppled down dying from being shot and starving just meters away, even less, and this sight cross straight through my eyes. how it is now horrifically a daily view.
are you people still scared of blood? good news, now to me blood is only red liquid, that's all.
don't know when is the end page of this thriller book going to show up. it's like they keep adding the writing, forcing us to face more chapter. we're tired of this non-stop killing routine.
now i question hard something.
are we(war victims) the only human on this earth?
I heard that population of human race reach billions. where are they? isn't our screaming caught by their ear?! or do they just cover it and pretend like there is no sound?!
not all of them keeping the devil soul inside, that was what i trusted. but now i doubt it.
I don't know where this wave will bring my letter to. i just need to flow all my sorrow and pain away."
you catch a sight of smaller box inside it and open it. which inside is.......
"I'm a war victim. one of thousands.
the bruises, tired, and hungry streak is nothing compared to our fear hearing the sound of cracking gun, hissing grenade and finally a boom.
we run our barefoot. fast. until i feel like no ground beneath. it feels more like flying.
No wonder we take sleeping as great reward.
I pinch hard my own cheek every morning just to find out if I really am still alive.
I move my finger to the nostril of my beloved around, just to know if they're still breathing. don't know whether my reaction will be a breathe out of relief or burst of tears.
when people from other part of world curiously wonder when will they die, we're here more lucky because we've got the certain clue. it's close.
now fingers are here to count the remaining minutes of life. we wait for each turn.
death also counts its finger. day by day, I've lost many.
seeing them, the beloved toppled down dying from being shot and starving just meters away, even less, and this sight cross straight through my eyes. how it is now horrifically a daily view.
are you people still scared of blood? good news, now to me blood is only red liquid, that's all.
don't know when is the end page of this thriller book going to show up. it's like they keep adding the writing, forcing us to face more chapter. we're tired of this non-stop killing routine.
now i question hard something.
are we(war victims) the only human on this earth?
I heard that population of human race reach billions. where are they? isn't our screaming caught by their ear?! or do they just cover it and pretend like there is no sound?!
not all of them keeping the devil soul inside, that was what i trusted. but now i doubt it.
I don't know where this wave will bring my letter to. i just need to flow all my sorrow and pain away."
you catch a sight of smaller box inside it and open it. which inside is.......
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One thing is sure; this blog is on my daily blogwalking list from now on! :). I just regret I didn't know about it earlier.
ReplyDeleteGloomy as this post may be, the elegance of words and sentences on the one hand and the drawing on the other, are a treat to mind and eyes :).
wow i feel so honored to hear that! :D i love both drawing/painting and writing so I thought a mix would be great. i'm still learning english though.
Deletebtw thanks a lot, you've made my day :D
Horrible subject but beautiful touching post. Love your art! You asked me what I use for dripping paint. Mostly Golden airbrush colours and also acrylic inks. Thnx for your visit!
ReplyDeletealright, cool :) thanks for both information and compliment! :D
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