its reasonably an ideal kindness.
we're not living the past
all i see are
the snow,
the same moon we're seeing,
the guitar,
the effort to learn and take lessons in every word we're saying
to understand our own selves
and no one else.
all i see are
the struggle of keeping ourselves from danger
from the unpredictable future
a reality that it was future we were thinking
all i see are
iron and fire
the strength to cover each other mistakes
the incapability in appreciating
though indeed it wasnt exactly like it said
all i see are
the past
a called for whats been missing and wont be replayed.
zaman dulu zaman indah. tapi ia sudah mati. -bung karno
the snow,
the same moon we're seeing,
the guitar,
the effort to learn and take lessons in every word we're saying
to understand our own selves
and no one else.
all i see are
the struggle of keeping ourselves from danger
from the unpredictable future
a reality that it was future we were thinking
all i see are
iron and fire
the strength to cover each other mistakes
the incapability in appreciating
though indeed it wasnt exactly like it said
all i see are
the past
a called for whats been missing and wont be replayed.
zaman dulu zaman indah. tapi ia sudah mati. -bung karno
dipupuk.
tampaknya,
cinta itu sesuatu yang ditumbuhkan, yang dipupuk
bukan sesuatu yang dateng, udah cantik, udah bagus
mungkin udah saatnya gw harus mulai
mempelajari kebaikan satu manusia ciptaan Tuhan
yang sifatnya jadi alasan bertahan dan berkembang
dear you, arrogant.
kalo dipikir2, posting ini rada kurang fisiologis untuk dijadikan postingan blog.
tapi emang bener, mau digimanain juga,
something needs to be taken seriously
and i think i will start now.
this posting, probably is more like a celebration for, finally, the guts.
"do you feel tired?"
she told me, "all the time. i always think i need to take a break. take a break from myself."
"what do you wanna do?"
"something fun i guess. yet, i dont know whats fun for me."
neither do i.
i started the conversation, then i amazed. she told me she never spoke to anyone.
again,
i was listening to her and it felt like i was reading my own blog.
it was her though, who feels tired.
it was her though, who feels tired.
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