Kini aku terpisah darimu untuk beberapa waktu. Sungguh tak bisa ku pungkiri walau sehari ku kian merindu. Tak lagi bersamamu dimalam yg sunyi. Apa yang seharusnya aku lakukan. Bila larut tiba wajahmu terbayang. Gemuruh ombak di pantai Kuta. Sejuk, lembut angin di bukit Kintamani.

The Ramblings of a Young Writer. Just random thoughts, stories, and stuff that pops into my head. I must have fainted because the next thing I knew, I felt someone slapping my hands and dabbing my face with a damp cloth. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at the face of my aunt. A throbbing pain shot through my head and my legs felt weak as I stood. Lord Matthew took my hand and helped me to my chair.

Believe it to be beautiful.