The Sad-Looking Stranger

I could only wonder:
What's there crisscrossing your mind
I believe it's not that clear as the plain water,
but black as the umbrella in your hand

I could only stare:
What's there in your look
It seems you long forget how to smile
no strange you look so crook

If only I could take a look to your mind
as easy as I open and see inside your big blue bag
maybe I could give you my hand
to find soon your lost luck back!

* Note:
This post is written for Writing Exercise (Monday, 4th July) for Creative Writing Ink.

My Phobia and You

Yes we know exactly that I'm phobia of heights. Acrophobia, they call it. So, it's not a secret that I will avoid doing anything which will trigger my phobia. I hate balcony. I avoid looking through the window glass from a room in a second floor, not to mention in a 13th floor and so on. There's no strange that I hate apartment. I prefer spending more hours trip by bus to travelling by airplane. That's why I've never gone that far, unlike you, the most adventurous man and passionate backpacker I've ever known. Maybe, this is one reason of why I fall in love with you. People say we tend to fall in love with ourselves that we see in others, but apart from that we tend also to fall in love with someone who will complete us as persons.

I don't know where you are right now. The last postcard I received from you telling me that you are somewhere in Asia. You said you fall in love to the beautiful scenery around you, the fresh air, the singing of birds you hear every morning, the tropical atmosphere, the local ladies, etc. You even wished that you could live there with me for the rest of your life. You also said that you can't wait to do climbing in the near mountain the next day. You showed me the track you will pass to that mountain; it is in the postcard picture. This bridge--I even couldn't believe people call this frail piece of wood and rope as a bridge--will lead your way to the mountain and find the climbing spot.

The last line you wrote was a joke saying that next time I should pass this frail bridge to get me you. Smile emoticon. Full stop. Your name.

It has been two months since I received your postcard. You've never made me this long waiting and wondering your story of where you are now, what you feel, where your next heading or plan, the local food and girls, what you do to get some money, how you get lost and find new adventure, how was the rock climbing, etc.

This postcard is the most read since one month ago, although I suffer from a headache and I always tremble every time I see the picture. And those symptoms are getting worse when I read your last line words.

***

I don't know what happen to me this morning. When I stared at the bridge, I felt like I will be able to pass this bridge for you. I felt no more headache, trembling or nausea. Yes, for the first time in my life: I want to pass this bridge, a frail bridge. This thought made my blood rushed faster. I will be able to go by plane. Maybe I need to meet psychiatrist first, but it's not a big problem. I've never this brave; I will try my best to pass it, if this bridge really could get me to you.

But, how could I know that you are there waiting?




*Note:
This post is written for the Writing Exercise by Creative Writing Ink.

The Vacation of Two Angels

Black Angel    :      Do you think somebody will notice that we're angels in disguised?

White Angel   :      We're too old for angels. 

Black Angel    :      Ha..ha...ha...

White Angel   :      Just don't let somebody see our faces.

Black Angel    :      Okay, White. I will listen to your words today. I won't let them.

White Angel  :      But actually, I'm wondering if this is weird to have an umbrella in this beautiful twilight. I'm afraid this umbrella will attract somebody's attention

Black Angel  :    That's okay. People can stand weird strangers more than beautiful angels. It's more dangerous to stand here without umbrellas. They will notice our strangely beautiful and magical faces trapped in old-ladies' bodies.

White Angel   :       Ha...ha... You need to train your magic, so next time, we won't look this weird.

Black Angel     :      Alright. If there's next time. We will be young and beautiful ladies by the seashore.

White Angel   :       Great. I've never known that you can be a good company.

Black Angel     :      Hey, what does it mean, then?!

White Angel  :     You know what, I do enjoy this one-day vacation. Though, still, it's just ironic to spend holiday with an eternal enemy. But I have to admit that I enjoy your company. You can be such nice angel. I hope it will last longer.

Black Angel   :      What will last longer; this holiday or my good behavior? I don't want to think that this holiday has made you forget that we're born as an enemy. You are the good and I'm the evil. It's violation to destiny to change that fact. 

White Angel  :       Don't start an argument, please. Can we just be friend for one day? It's a blessing that God let us to have a little rest. Why don't we enjoy it?

Black Angel    :       Okay, sorry. Hmmm... it's unbelievable I say sorry.

White Angel   :       Black...

Black Angel    :       Okay, White. Okay, as you wish. 

(Silent)

Black Angel    :      Look! The sky is getting redder now. Beautiful, right?

White Angel   :      Yeah, so beautiful. I can't wait to see the sun sets in the vast ocean.

Black Angel    :      Me, too. Well, if I may say the truth, I will never forget today's sunset ever! 

White Angel   :      So do I. It's the best and most beautiful sunset I've ever seen.

Black Angel    :      Don't say that it is because of my company. Huh?

White Angel   :      Ha...ha... I have to say--well, yes... It's one of the reasons.

Black Angel    :      Oh no, I don't like this kind of scene.

White Angel   :      Oh come on, Black... 

Black Angel    :      Yeah, whatever...

White Angel  :       Black, I know it maybe sounds weird to you...; If in the next coming days we're involved in hard battles, can we remind each other about today? So... umm...--I mean...--we shouldn't that hard fighting.

Black Angel    :      What?! What an idea! Do you think I'm stupid? You're trying to make me giving up easier! Unbelievable!

White Angel   :       Black, please... I never think that way. I just hope that you don't that hard on human... on  yourself…

Black Angel    :       So you could win more battles...

White Angel   :       Black! Oh okay, it's my fault! It's so stupid to expect the good Black in an extraordinary day like today, let alone in normal days.

In the meantime, the big red sun slipped into the ocean.

Black Angel    :      Beautiful, huh?

White Angel   :      Yeah... I feel so happy and sad at once seeing this sunset...

Black Angel    :      Well, I feel the same. 

White Angel   :      ...

Black Angel    :      Why starring at me that way? I'm a born evil, White. We have to remember this.

Note:
This post is written for Writing Exercises by Creative Writing Ink.