38 days.

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A day to remember.

Some days to forget.

It was a time when the reality seemed to have multi-faces.

Frowning. Smiling. Laughing. Crying.

26 days spent with anger.

5 days spent with children.

5 days spent with friends.
2 days spent with nonsense.

38 days in total.

Memories have been drawn with joys.

Not so true though.

Colored them up with sadness.

She found the star that she is not white.

She is not blue or green.

She is transparent instead.

The unseen may cross her body.

Sneaking into the very deep of her.

Open up! Open up!

Struggling with the white.

Enjoying the night with the dark.

Getting choked up by those blue small creatures.

Falling down from the highest place.

She is dying.

She definitely is.

Yes, she is.

Yet.

Those children warmed her heart up.

There, her soul speaks up.

To the one singing without fakes.

A thousand butterflies stay inside you. One of them is pink. Your heart is as soft as that pink one. To learn from her past, you are very wise. May the wisdom of your kindness create a blank page in your life, that may only be filled by the right one. A time when she stole your time, she said, "sorry". A time when she stole your energy, she said, "calm down". A time when she has left the house, she said, "cheer up". She is not a good kid, isn't she?

 To the one singing without failures.

She drawn a pond beneath the house. A little thing hid inside it has been buried well. She died with it though. Building a wall for no one to pull you out. She may not find it easy to interact with you. She is afraid to get deeper. She hides next to the door, to see the light shining from your heart. You are humble, yes you are. Remember one thing. She whispered, "A song with a melody will never disappear from the bar, yet stay close to the writer of the song." A player acts the same as the writer though.

 To the one singing without tones.

A moment spent together with a laughter is the precious one ever. Getting to know someone that has been known around is a fortune. God planned it well. Not too many seconds are ticking on the clock. If she may asked something, then it will be, "To you, when the stars are staring at you, which one will you choose? The biggest one with some flakes on it? Or the smallest one with some diamonds on it? Or not even both? Or even both? Be careful."

To the one singing without voices.

Lame introduction, yet quite good. There is a land called bamboo. Nobody ever wonders why the name is so. However, people around called it so since the beginning of the time. Perhaps you do not want to name it bamboo though. Then, she asked you again, "Which one is better? A land without a name? Or a land with a name?" Not a good question probably. Yet, she prays for your good in choosing which one is better.

To the one ...

I do not cry. I do not lie. I do not smile. To the time that has passed away, she buried all in one place. Hoping that the place will vanish afterwards. Yet, fail. Epic fail. The place will always remain seen by the crowd. The crowd consists of a few people. Or probably just one person. Hope so. Created through every line with every single color, she is dying. She said, "Thank God".

Back again to you all.

She cannot be happier than these 38 days.
She is happy. She is grateful. She is sad.
May the house be the house it is used to be.

This is her #50 post and written while laying on her bed due to bad fever.

Thank you for the 38 days.