12 August 2014

i'm walking on broken glass.

i told Mak, "Mak, i want to get married soon. in a discipline way."
have no idea about the word discipline there. but it happened.
then, i found myself in an empty small room.
a lack-of-light-and-sound room.
i looked up.
i looked down.
i saw broken window glass laying on the floor.
they were everywhere.
that was when i realize i was standing on the broken glass.
unfortunately there was no other way to get out of the room.
had to continue walking on the broken glass.
lots of cuts on the sole of my feet.
felt terribly terrible.
wanted to cry but i could not.
it hurts........................

not my feet.
my heart.

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