Seven times already the moon roused and gone without traces up there, and my soul still trapped inside its own sanctuary. I have already sinking my very emotion the nearly bottomless space, to touch its own boundaries, to know its own form of its formless flames.
It was the last evening the letter read as bellow… I don’t know how to face you even when we are so close, or even on the most casual occasion. I don’t know how to express what I feel, since I don’t really know what I feel. I am sorry if I can’t bring anyLanjutkan membaca “An Evening Letter”
I have met rain this afternoon, suddenly they fall freely when my steps still far enough from that silhouette I call home. Its been awhile since the last time I walked under the afternoon rain. When nothing urge to be done which need me to keep myself dry – I prefer to have a walkLanjutkan membaca “The Sparkling Rain within Your Eyes”
Merapi Volcano has not been stop his “insane” activities yet. Yet, my dorm only about 5 – 10 kilometres from the last safety ring. So, there would be an appropriate reason for my family in Bali to worry about their son here – in Jogja. My phone always ringing every day, even I got textLanjutkan membaca “Please Do Not Worry”
I remember one ever asked me, “why you do all this? because of love?” So what was my answer back there? I have no answer, till now there is still no answer. If my act was based on a mere love, a mere feeling, then that very feeling is the corrupted reasoning that I canLanjutkan membaca “Because of love?”
Human somehow is a strange entity, one would keep so many things beneath his or her memory. The pain, the happiness, the struggling for survive, the hate, the anger, the sadness, the feel of emptiness. Everything were kept secure beneath one’s memory. I don’t know if there is other word to describe this characteristic ofLanjutkan membaca “Beneath a memory”
Sunday morning I just made a plate of noodles and a cup of hot chocolate milk. Ha ha, my fever has gone down, but still I feel my mood doesn’t get any better. As the sun keep rises, my mood flows with the wind.
Life and one’s feeling were something like trust between the grasses. Bends in harmony when the wind blows softly, tries to be steady when the rain drops fall, and covers each others when the sun stroke mercilessly. Life and one’s feeling is something like trust between the grasses. Smiles with no tend to be aLanjutkan membaca “Trust between the grasses”