Mercusuar itu | That lighthouseadalah kamu yang berdiri menatap laut | is you who stands gazing at the sea
setiap malam menemani ombak| every night accompanying the waves
menanti purnama | waiting for the full moon
membisikan sunyi.. | whispering silence..
(written by my friend for me, once upon a time)
Where is the boundary of what's real and what's not? Can you see the thin silver line that separates those two? How do you know that the life you're living is not a dream and one day, at one point, you'll wake up realizing that you just had a longest sleep?
Just like that.
Because this morning, I woke up as the spirit of a lighthouse. I remember every night, I'll stand still and strong accompanying the waves that comes closer yet never close enough; waiting for the red moon to shine down on me, yet never really feel its cold silvery touch.
Every night I'll whisper silence, solitude, and trying to get the lost souls back to their home: guiding them with the light. Every night, I serves as a giant torch light standing still by the sea.
But every morning, I'll wake up in the most cheery manner, gently stroked by the sunshine. I love to touch the breeze, to taste the gentleness of the waves tickling my skin, to feel the sands under my barefoot, to listen to the busy chattering trees, to smell the sweet grass, to be accompanied by the nature.
No more whispers of silence or solitude. The world is awake, am I alive or am I dreaming?