"If I am the Master, would you like to be my Margarita?"
So far, life here has been surreal. I used to try and take charge of things I plan to do. Now I simply flow along the river..
Oh.. Remind me of those glorious days.. Those days were never free from sorrow, but my thoughts were free. A dim ray was nascent, penetrating through the tunnel.
How nice would it be, to be back in your arms.. To never part with the things you love.. To never get out of earth, to remain deluded, blissfully asleep in ignorance.
Allow me to pretend that the day never came, and the metropolitan never were..
Alas, she came to me, and woke me up..
"This is how one pays for lying," she said, "and I don't want to lie anymore. I'd stay with you right now, but I'd rather not do it that way..." and she parted.
I leaped off my bed. She was never mine.. I was there, but I've left..
Allow me to go back to sleep.. At least for five more days..
Before I have to face the reality that, I was never there all along..
Truly Indonesia's Finest,
with accolades to Mikhail Bulgakov for his masterpiece.
Ah, Merry Christmas everyone (:
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