About the Writing

This afternoon, I will write about what?
Owh yeah, I want to write about writing.
What do you think about writing?
My sweetheart said, "writing like deep scratch of love."
My friend said, "Writing is expression of the friendship."
My enemy said, "Writing is scratch of revenge."
The moon said, "writing is beam at the night."
The sun said, " writing is lite at the day."
The wind said, "Writing is the blowing to some where."
The bird said, "Writing is warble on the tree"
The chicken said, "Writing is like his crowing sound in the morning."
The fish said, "Writing is The water splattered."
The Thunder said, "Writing is thundering sound."
The rain said, "Writing is droplet."
The rainbow said, "Writing is the color."
The mirror said, "Writing is refraction."
What ever with they said.
But,
If you want to know what I ssay about the Writing, you can read my opinion below:
At the afternoon of sunday, I fill confuse because I'm don't know I want to write what?
I permit my finger to type anythink on my keyboard.
I don't care my finger type any letter, any word, any centence, any paragraph, ...
But, now, I'm writing.
Writing anything.
About me, about you, about he or she, about them, about love, about hatred, about friendship, about hostility, about pigeon, about laura, about gonzalo, about petra, about juanito, about my theater show last night, about girl friend, about wife, about lady and gentlemen, about about the theater blocking, about stage decoration, about the theater artistic team, about the music, about the theater costume, about Mr. Faisal, about Mr. akbar, about Mr. dimas, about Mr. Aceng, about Mr. Makyun, about Amor, about Tia, about Riki, about Juju, about Widias, about Abul, about tamara, about Mr. bangkit, about Mamduh, about Pipit Mufidah, about Faozan Suwage, about Eny, about Muzamilah Zamil, about Yati Prihatin, about Aan Siti Nurhasanah, about...,, about all person who has present last night,

ah... when the sun rising up at the border of the beatch, he is very offended...
He must hide himself in my home because he be affraid from the consequence of his duel...
and then he went to Papua, and he send many letters who most of them contain of his powem. But surely, that letters do not receive with her  because her parent has hold up all his letters.
He give up, and then go to Medan and got the accident. He be in agony and said hername repeatly.
"I don't tell her, after the Duel, I marry someone in this room about next two month."
That is my opinion about the writing. How about you?
 (Wijaya)