Dear Hiver Friends
When people slowly gather to go further. I am still thinking about how to get up to start anew. After some time, they were stuck at the peak of overcrowding.
When people knit dreams that will lead to the future. I, sulking in a reluctant dream after taking me to a controlled dream.
In an increasingly fast time, people will definitely be great. But I, still isolated, choked, dying, in a space of mistrust about a fate that was somehow ... irregular.
Blink a few moments, making sure I can still open my eyes wide, seeing the outside world increasingly booming. Chased, as if continuing to pursue the second one was disturbing.
The spot of light that I was waiting for illuminated the heart so quickly treated, not yet ready to approach my man who was increasingly shackled.
Come on, come back again. I'm afraid of the darkness that always opens the veil of worry. It will not last, it will not calm down. Maybe if you leave, half of the burden will keep me from bad luck.
Regards, 
Aceh, June, 28-2020