Emptiness
Roaming in twisted strings...
I tried to find a quill I dropped...
To write this emptiness I yearn...
Empty, like a mug that misses her coffee...
Empty, but it does not need to be filled...
The stain remains as an eternal memory...
(Nothing much I have done so far. I do really miss my previous life, those in
Empty, is a word of thousand meanings...
Like knocking on an empty shell...
It cries a loud painful melancholy...
Like a mother who lost one of her children...
Without glory, a quill shall never be able to write such feeling...
How precious one can be...
(Remember those joyful family moments on the valley? Remember those merry fieldtrip on our last highschool year? Remember those lunatic summer we spent on 2004? Remember those hanging out moment, watching movies at cinemas and having dinners when we were in college? They seem to be so precious today.)
Glory, I feel glory...
Glory of remembering each of you and those moments...
Glory, how you dwell in me and make me feel this way...
Glory, how I could tell each of the different yet unique leaves on a birch tree...
Glory, which was born by emptiness...
Can I walk away from this emptiness?
Can I reach your light?
Can I embrace that glory?
Can we bloom together, eternally?
Can I defeat emptiness and release myself from these twisted strings?
(I remember each of you. It hurts to remember those beautiful moments and it is even painful to remember those horrible moments without straightening up those issues.)
Empty, is a word of thousand meanings...
Like Tania Borealis dimming away from the Ursae Majoris constellation...
Hurting the other shining stars that form the constellation...
Empty, without a memory it does not define glory...
It shall form a painful twist of strings...
One that tortures you eternally...
Glory, I want to be noble and glory...
I shall never be defeated by this emptiness...
My memory is my armor...
My faith is my sword...
Glory, I am glory...
I shall defeat emptiness and write my victory with the quill I found...
(Wait for me, I miss you all but you linger within me. You help defeat this feeling. My gratitude and salute to all of you whom I know.)
By: M. Faisal Fariduddin Attar Nasution
Fairfax, VA, September 1, 2005
Pictures taken at Chesterfield, MO, Fall 2004
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