Wednesday is about weaving which make woof
in to the cloth and it wears all the time., where you weep to weave in and out
of traffic
Wednesday is about wedge, that we were
wedged into the bus and to wedge the way through a crowd.
Wednesday is about wee. Yes, we are wee if
it compared to The Merciful, Allah. Or.. presuppose with “highest person” that
you can’t hide. Or.. you suppose to be the mistaker.
Wednesday is about weed in the backyard,
which can be unweed to the somekind of weeder. It looks like grasses and it’s
more greener int the other side.
Wednesday is about carrying people to a
good circumstance, where false become true, and situation is going to be
occupation
Wednesday is about mistaken, when
appropriate thing mus be reasonable, fit into the frame, and schema properly
set. Then all of sudden, they are errorneous, it thunderstrucks
Wednesday is about rolling hard. Sometimes,
it is running to the rough, previously down town the city trans, eventhough
there always smile in the sunset, endorse full of swarm, “Crowd”
When you feel empty space, to the crowded
people. Then you perceive that no one could hear, don’t be fearful because
someone you love never miss your step. She never ever forgets to say “take
care”. And preciously really know where ever you are.
Wednesday there is so many ways to be calm.
But I thank God, I still find the way to come back home..
