The moment I got back from my vacation, I can feel the stress and tension surrounding me like I'm a bomb, wrapped in gift wrappers waiting to explode. Sometimes, I really hate emotions. I really do very much at this moment. Why do we need emotions to live anyway? Being in the programming line for very long, I am too used to think with formulas and logics. Emotions are very damn unlogical and there’s always a battle between my mind and emotions. Mind vs Emotion. *sigh*… I remembered what I used to do when emotions struck. I wrote poetries.

Thanks a million to Putri for sending me my past memories in saddistic words of emotions. Love… it may kill…

In the midst of july 2004, I wrote :-

Away from my sight while devour the light
Betrayed the true spells and break noon into night
Slowly she face the untrue and foreseen
Black witch and nightmare pursue in her dreams

Rage in the fire, burns curiosity
Phantomly madness she asks for the key
Creeping inside her, my true secrecy
My name is Eddy
Filled with dark memories

Like ally she came to my life filled with thirst
Sweet is her words but spells of a curse
Nude with secrecy, I spoke a verse
Yet to come her words, prepare for the worst

And portray is my name to her I couldn’t see
The vision behind me she claims to be
But forsake the time I spent alone in decree
I lose with her nectar and shining beauty.

Free is her sleep like a beautiful night
Insomnia creep within my darkest light
May she sleep in peace for I too, have seen
I am the dream in her mind, sleeping queen

With those words, it grabs the attention of Vampiress Putri. She lay her scene with her spells written in her soul. In the cold bitter night of July 24th 2004, she answered my sonnet, with the melodies of the crickets and howling winds I read with passions unfold between the night that surrounds me whole…

Awaken you have the sleeping queen
For I live in my dreams
Morning came,darkness surpressed
Your profile I’ve read, Yes, I’m impressed

Curiosity haunts me like the haunting if a black past
Raging fire burns me till it eats me up alive
Finally, i came, in the midst of July goodnight
Asking for the key, to know your true secrecy
Creeping my way in to find your true identity

Your darkest memory shall provide me the light
In hope to quench our deepest thirst
I hope tonight shall be the night
To know you truth, i hope to be the first.

If I could, I would… a reply to her words of passion on the same night I read. But alast, I was speechless to know whom the night bestow elegantly written poetry behold before me unfold… To be continue on the next toll…

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