Guy at Deep Space

Dear Jo,            I want to use this opportunity to give my sincere greetings to you. I would also want to express my feelings as a friend, or since the day of the mark of our friendship… It’s still vivid the times when we’re still on our second year in high school. That period was the days of the most heated friendship we had. In our every conversation, I always enjoy when you share your personal life events even though we’re not the same in gender. Sometimes, you cried, you laughed, everyday different. You trusted me. That’s what I’m very thankful to you. I had patience in conversation only with you and I can’t say no one had ever had the guts to talk to me within long hours except you even though I only replied through nods. You were the only one whom I tried to befriend without stumbling. I am certain that I am being hated by no one but when people approach me, it’s very unique and in neutral way, it’s special. But I understand them b...

          “Because you’re stubborn,” I replied.           And you really are. I couldn’t control myself to be mad. Since in the first place and time, I am very good to you. I adopted you, I fed you. If you just wanted to take a bath, I douche you surely.           However, you changed gradually. You ate all the food I served you then but after all of those good times, you refused all even your favorite fish and meal. They said, if you touch me with your tail while I am eating, you are trying to say that we are family for you. But I am in doubt. Why do you only touch me in the dining table? Are you a food digger? And why do you take for granted the affection I am showing for you?           I think you are also natural dementia patient because you keep on forgetting me just after 24 hours we didn’t s...

If I will be given a chance, To prove and lead their ignorance, What is the best act to be done, Go, live in the scorching sun? The branches grouped out the furnace, Will be sowed and saw in the surface, The twigs fall which make the bell rings, Cannot make their lives live with sings. Your man and woman on the land, As well as kinsmen, dwell with them, As a brother, do the alter, As a sister, don’t go under. Singing with no reminiscence, Triumphs and fails has no presence, Not aware of your barrenness, Yet, you produce own happiness. © 2017

When the exulting rainbow                 begins to mourn you, And the smiling sun cries     in all the world who lives is you, When its tears flooded the mountains          and the roof and the surfaces, Sprained, strained, let not colors                  scarce the faces. When you found out yourself               in the brink of giving up, For the sweat has no cloth               nor the hair has a cut, Let not yourself without a feat and go, Consider the posterity you’re tasked to. When aftermath comes, be not too fast,                  ...

                    But I am really experiencing difficult times now. He is not being reasonable in his actions. My genital was very exhausted in having sex that is a requirement in his subject. We’re not human if he considers us. He may be in thought that we are breathless, not capable of having feelings. How many children I already have to upbring since we have conceived in the first sex? I do not smoke nor do I drink, I don’t have health-damaging habits. I am exerting great deal of efforts in order to make the baby genius, to make him handsome or beautiful.                    But there are still lackings whenever we show the number of infants made. From his words, he does not want dark- or brown-skinned baby, a baby that seems to have a flat nose, a baby who looks like fool, a crybaby, a ver...