Farewell note

And actually I don't know what I'm going to face ahead. Will I survive? Or will I meet another dead ends? Maybe I will be starving and hard to sleep. Maybe I will meet angels and devils and slide roads and mountains and villains. But this tiny little sound in my chest who always whispering me in every step I take said “It's gonna be alright. You have a soul that only die when you lost it”. Then I take another begining for anything, so it keeps awake.
What's makes me like this?
The unsure future.
Death always watching me in every corner that life overs. I always think that I didn't bring anything when I born. Vice versa, I will not bring anything when I die. Then I'll fill my soul with invisible, untouchable things. So Death could never take it from me.

How about my future children?
I will tell them to listen to those tiny little sound in their chest. And tell them that their mother survives with only those. Believe, be live.



nurasfaridewi24yo.
Jakarta,April2014.