There is a house in a neighborhood located in Johor Bahru and it is a home. It is broken, mismatched in any aspects that one can think of. Both of the outer space, the garden, and inside the bricks, each room, all are wrecked by the souls that have been living in.
A dysfunctional leader takes control of his bullied followers. Disloyalty in any form will be punished severely by choices of negative mockery and harsh discouraging comments. The next step would be help and aid presented that benefits the leader only, to make the pain in his sanity vanish. But once broken, considered sold; not even a scratch can heal and concealing would only pile up the emotions inside that will soon enough explode one's conscience.
As dysfunctional he can be, he is on the right path the moment his helpless helper decided to fund him. Blinded by the chance of a scent of a single rose, she couldn't see how bright her courage and power can shine. Team them up with her patience and stern, a whole nation is changeable if she wants to. If only she can identify the negative aura, stand up and fight it with no mercy, with no white flag waving.
Then there is the rebel soldier whom has witness reality as an infant. She stopped taking in everything as it is for she knew there is more underneath the surface. Only a why away, always a why away. Bows down to no conformity nor discomfort. Pleases only herself for the only person who can save her from hell is paralysed inside.
The last follower is an unsatisfied soul yet she follows the path of others'. Struggling to find the definition of identity, thought individualism has no privilege and that dissolving to get approvals is better than shinning bright, giving approvals.
In this broken home where everything is damaged, truth can only be shine on if it's worth to portray an impostor of happiness. Secrets and faults are stacked up carefully, and with a lighter in an arm's reach, they would burn down the denials. The heat will melt the concealers, to reveal the truth, in ashes, hard to be swept away. Soon enough.
4 comments:
Family first!
oh well.
Hehe bertahan yeh adik. Love you! <3
insyallah abang :) Love you too!
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