turning point

morning. another day for him. hope, he would say. gleamy eyes but his hands could only make him awake from the reality. how he wish it could really open his eyes from reality he calls a lie. the need to face his responsibities was the motivating factor he was considering so his feet could stand on the floor, though it was hard for him. it was once again another exploration for his hand. searching for that technology. waking him up every morning was the excitement of having another message. and the screen was enough to hide her true feelings for him. add up the fraud smileys. but the excitement ended up into frustrations. it gradually went into small numbers. then, it was all gone. forever, he was really waiting for. patience in him was beginning to crumble. and in his heart, silently screaming, asking for what could be the reason. turning off the tv was his hobby. exchanging news for good ol' music. these were the tunes in his head for the past few days. weeks. months. those were the remains of music played when they used to sound trip. holding hands or not, no matter how mushy or how it would make someone dance or how screeching the scream is, it would all end up to a feeling so high. but then, he woke up one morning to realize the music was so monotonous, so was his feeling and the person his feelings was on. he do love to dance but it has a different impression on him. all he could think of is a dance. dance, he would never forget. he wanted to ask her but in his eyes he could already predict a no. according to a book he read, all things conspire when you wanted it so much. he was wondering why not on him. but an opportunity came, he hesistantly came to her though his bones was pulling him towards her. shift to a world he really wanted, but it was at the brink of turning into a hole in space. words were spoken silently, pushing away close to her and out of beat. mushy as it may sound, it was his fairy tale. an ending. a happy ending but the fact that it was the end, tragic. and soon he begun to distance himself. in his mind right, yet conflict in his heart begin to rage. no was prevailing. snap back to a reality again he called lie.