maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Fly Me to the Moon


season starts to change
jungle stuck in the middle of city
nothing is heard except cricket's song
nothing is seen except life full of hopelessness
under the burning sun
the burning sun
I turn into empty and quiet fork
that I can look in blur vision
only your shadowy figure searching for life
I try to reach you with my dim hands
warmth that must struggle in the middle of cold winds in every direction
it's impossible to meet
impossible to take care each other
but no matter what happen
how hard the way and barrier we follow
someday we will be together
though we must cross the uncertainty sea
though sunshine burned in the night
in the night
maybe it needs a very long time until our dream becomes real
until that time keep survive
though we must live in dark roads
as long as we are together
someday we must find something
like shining moon in the dark

from Neon Genesis Evangelion

Submitted: Thursday, September 18, 2008

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