well, happy new year everyone

Last year was an awkward and awful years for me. And i am really glad it come to the end. Okay, enough about 2012.

There was so many wish i've got in this year. Altough i've got some biggest regret (last regret actually). By the time, i never hope anything for this situation. But i am so wrong, at the end i wish i could see her, speak to her, ask her something. But sadly, i can't.

When said 'how are you' is that hard, what point do you have in freeing something?
I am not a fully sinner neither coward. But why i can't just tell?and why you don't?

Oh God, please being easy on me

Mom, am going home!
And for you my deepest regret, sayonara

Love is meeting
The separation
It's a transparent piece of cloth

The Mother

When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks -

Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.

And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.

And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.

Adolf Hitler, 1923

This poetry was written by the Germany dictator, Adolf Hitler in 1923. This beautiful poem was dedicated for his beloved mother. Even a dictator who had killed millions of people, love his mother very much