Adam. First page of revelation.

ADAM

Joshua Christian

photo was taken by Andre Makmur

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He was different. Everybody was different to each other. But he was different different. According to himself, at least.

He believed he was a reincarnation. He simply didn't believe in the blowing idea that people souls were supposed to scatter into other things or persons, yet he was forced to believe that he was someone from the past. He got visions. He was burdened with missions.

Sometimes he realized that visions could only be mere illusion as love always was. Doubt arose not once or twice but almost every nights.

But hey, we've talked about this, right? he always assured himself. He constantly and composedly overcame the torment of faith.

That was hard time for Adam. He thought he had finally mastered the ability to control his mind. He made theories which he had always held tight. They usually worked, but those days they were used against him and his faith.

Dreams and expectations were becoming more venomous. They infect not only his mind but his being as a whole. They gave hope and stole it.

That was hard time, but light still shone and life would always be as paced as it had from time to time been. Days went by.

There came that girl.

It was love all over again. It was that cheesy romance all over again. It was that childhood bias all over again. But who could resist the temptation?

She came like an assassin. She pretended to be an ordinary chic with a bouquet of pinky balloons above her head and  a pair of ballerina shoes covering her ears. That she was in de facto an alchemist, no one knew except Adam. The strongest chemical reaction Adam had ever experienced. The most grievous one.

That was hard time. Days went by.