I do not like conflict, everyone close to me will notice that. I don’t like being uncomfortable around people that were friends but then somehow changed into an unpleasant relationship. I don’t like silence hanging between two people who are too proud to talk to each other, and just letting ego wins. I don’t like being in the room with people who pretend to not noticing each other, one person became a solid ghost to the other. Most importantly, I hate when two people who used to be inseparable became strangers, unlearning what they have learnt about each other.
The Sun looks rich and glowing in the sky
it is the proudest solar body in the whole milky way
it is the biggest star in our galaxy
who doesn’t love him?
Suatu Hari Minggu yang biasa, saya bangun dari tidur saya setelah melihat jam meja saya menunjukkan pukul 06.30 pagi. Saya berjanji pada teman saya untuk beribadah ke Gereja bersama.
Saya memeluk agama Kristen Protestan, namun kali ini saya akan pergi beribadah dengan tata agama Katolik. Hal ini dikarenakan kami tinggal di sebuah mess, dan Gereja lokal disana menggelar Ibadah Katolik untuk pagi hari.
For lot of people, talking is something easy. We talk everyday, to family, friends, even strangers. But some of us, without being known by the others…are tired and afraid of talking. Some of us use lot of energy just to think about what should be said next. I am one of them, sometimes.
“You know what am I going to ask you, right?” He looked deep into my eyes, searching for approval.
“I need you to ask me anyway. I don’t want to assume,” I replied.
I hate loud voices
I hate crowded places, sometimes they make me suffocated
What is it on my face, you asked me?
Art, of course, a beautiful and useful painting.
To cover my ugly face and turned them extraordinary,
to hide my thousands of expressions perfectly.
I was awake most of the nights,
finding myself gasping on the solid ceiling.
I worked from day to night, sowing the drying field.
Making magic, or so they say.
Growing fresh thyme and golden roses behind my wooden hut.
Land is my best friend, and seeds are my lovers.
Depending my life on a thin string of seasons.
You can’t find me in the crowd,
as hard as I can’t find you in solitude.