So many things I want to share, but I’m confused which story I should share. Then again, I think It’s better to be wise and keep some stories until the right time. Today’s story starts when my old friend, Dewi, came visit me and Evi at the boarding house. It was such coincidence (I believe God set it tough J ) that Evi was really late, making Dewi must stay at my room until Evi’s home.
In that short time of conversation, I told her about my inability to write. I couldn’t write any story or poem since I’ve lost my imagination, creativity. She asked why and I answered it honestly. I was a dark society, my imagination came from witch, murder, depressed, anger, lonely feeling, etc (there’s nothing goodL). And ever since I left the world and determined to write about truth and light, I’ve lost my ability to write. I was stuck. I couldn’t create any story without including some magic, romance (which is lust or crazy silly love), depressed or stoic character, blablabla; and no poems without depressed feeling. Once, I tried to write about how my life turns. It was a pain; I didn’t have any right word or storyline.
Dewi, at that time asked, “You consider Jesus as your lover, don’t you?” it was a surprising question and I answered it without any doubt, “Yeah.” Even more surprising, she told me, “Why don’t you write your feeling? Your feeling to the Lord, just write it down.”
Suddenly I felt relieved. I was laughing of joy in my heart and I believe the Lord wants to tell me that as well. For the first time, I was thankful of Dewi’s visit (I was an unsocial person and dislike others presence).
“The Love” is my first poem I created without feeling any pain in my heart. Instead, it was such a joy and it is an art (for me :D).
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