He is waiting. By the platform. In the bus stop. In every winding road. In every place that visible or ghostly. Asking to any driver and pedestrian pass by.
"Do you see a man with a face of morning dew? And all say,
"Yes, he was ten steps away from where you stand"
He runs ten steps, and waiting. Gudang Garam Filter is hanging in his dry lips. Sway staring at the distance. Can no longer distinguish if he moves or the other stands still. Movement is relative, the emptiness of waiting is absolute.
"Do you see a man with a face of morning dew?"
"Yes, he stood by the sunrise, ten steps from where you stand"
He runs ten steps to the east. Can no longer aware if his foot moves or the distance closer. Distance is relative. the emptiness of waiting is absolute..
He is waiting. At the end of the alley. In the light. In the grave. In the dark evening. In a place where a man with a face of morning dew will never exist.
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