The Red Painting
The Red Painting By Lavira Puspitasari In the peaceful night, no music, no words, the silence creep in me. I laid down under the sky, delightful of sight the moonlit night smile on me. The sky more darker and darker hiden the shined of million stars. Dark chocolate colored sky. Hearing the flew of the wind kissing and smelling the pine trees. I sat on the rooftop, I could see all the skyscraper and dozens of light are dazzled, for miles. Here, I was alone, upset, mad, fretful, and scared. I most definetely can be crazy even dying. when the memories turned back, fulfilled my head and I became dizzy. It was cold and blustery night. I hurried into my house. The house remained me for the moment that i wanna forgot. I cant hold on, suddenly the hot tears welled into my eyes, tored my hand away and flinging my body on the divan. I buried my face in the cushion, weeping and blaming my self. I am Keenan. I’m an orphan, my family was died in accident because of me. At th