the whole sky

happiness is like a visiting guess they will stay for a while or they will stay for a long while and they were such a pleasant guess that you want them to stay but they were just a visiting guess and you dont treat your guess for granted you treat them with kindness just then maybe they will coming back because happiness is just a visiting guess

I'm sorry, If I talked too much about you, that everybody engrossed in how cruel you were to me. I'm sorry, if I talked too much about me, that everybody saw only my pain on your face. I'm sorry, if I wrote too much about you, that everybody recognized every scar you left me. I'm sorry, if I wrote too much about me, about how you broke and bent me, about what a jerk you were. Forgive me, I didn't intend to talk about you, notoriously. I realize that, you were just an unwilling victim. You didn't mean to make me love you, didn't you? You never meant to lure me in, right? And I'm sorry, for being so hard to love. I mean, if it was easier, maybe you didn't have to live in such nonsense of my words. And you didn't have to cause such a heartbreak. Didn't you? I'm so, so sorry. But one need to heal. I'm  just so sorry, that I had to heal through writing about you. I'm sorry. You deserved to be remembered as more pleasant memory to the w...

still fresh in my head how you just walked straight ahead without looking back to see my face or slowing down your pace did we really not stand a chance did you really break our chains we were so perfect there's no way we could break i know from the start there's no way we could had all of this story's so unreal and we crushed them all nothing left for me to even guest what we'll ever be and after all this storm the memory fade into foam

Because I will just be 'it', just it, never more but fortunately not less. Aku hanya seseorang yang menjawab pertanyaan penasaranmu, bukan seseorang yang menjawab salam sayangmu; hanya seseorang yang kamu cari ketika kamu ada perlu, bukan seseorang yang kamu cari tanpa harus ada 'ketika'; hanya seseorang yang kamu tahu selalu tersenyum penuh di hadapanmu, bukan seseorang yang selalu menatap miris punggungmu; hanya seseorang yang kamu batasi angan indahnya, bukan seseorang yang kamu rengkuh pahit-realitanya.

Semuanya, semuanya, semuanya.... Semuanya harus tahu, selama ini aku bermain peran. Berbaur dalam perayaan? Tertawa seirama dengan musik? Bicara tentang filosofi kebahagiaan? Semuanya terasa alami, tidak pernah terlalu berat untuk ditampilkan. Yang semua orang tahu, aku yang semua orang tahu, tidak pernah seperti itu. Sangat mudah memanipulasi penampilan; siapapun bisa mencorat-coret dinding sesuka hati dan menyebutnya karya seni. Tapi, tetap saja ia kacau, balau, ricuh, terlalu abstrak untuk disebut indah. Apa yang orang-orang harapkan dari balik kain putih bersih, kain sutra, atau kain tenun bermotif indah? Ukiran indah, vas keramik kuno dari dinasti Tang, lukisan Van Gogh, permata lapis lazuli, sebut saja semuanya. Siapa yang tidak akan kecewa jika yang ada dibaliknya hanyalah cawan tembikar biasa? Yang dibuat oleh orang biasa? Menggunakan teknik pembuatan yang biasa saja? Semua orang akan kecewa dan itu wajar. Orang-orang cenderung mengharapkan kado  yang indah dari...

you know i have this diminutive obsession, to the street, and the intersections, and streetlights. how people passed by walked among those ordinary stuffs, how they witnessed everything aged long the way, how stories happened and written for everyday. to the streets that brought people together along the way, to the intersections that brought people to go to their own separate way, to the power pole that connect the boundaries over states, we never lose someone we've met. we just registered them to the part of our consciousness, that will celebrate the next encounter we never plan.