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nothing would change,  like the way your perfume blends in with the smell of your cigs,  or how much you love vanilla bliss, or how you’re haunted by the idea of aliens -and how they will invade our planet, or how you turn all sweaty when you eat spicy food,  or how your body move to your favorite tunes,  or how you would pray to your God each time you passed kilometer zero,  every single thing would still be the exact same old details that lingers in the back of my head . . except,  the way you look at me

"Hey don't cry..." He said. "I can't stand seeing you this way."   "I'm sorry, I'm just being stupid." I laughed it off but tears still streaming down my cheek.  He then embraced me so tightly.  "It's going to be okay," he whispered, "you are one strong independent woman, right?" "I am not when you're around tho... You said it yourself." "But I won't be around anymore..." his voice was so soft like a whispering wind on the grass, as if he tried so hard for me not to hear it but in a way still wants me to hear it. "I know." I grab his sleeves, resting my head on his chest -can't stand looking into his eyes anymore. He pushed me gently, lift my head, lean down, and kissed my forehead. "I'm gonna miss these cheeks," he then kissed both side of my cheeks. He looked me right in the eye and said, "and this lips..." I clos...

It has been 4 years but I have never stepped into that place, not until that night. Funny that you could took me to places that I've never been before when I thought I have gone to every inch in every corner of this town. Funny how you could make me feel the feelings I have never felt before, too. But this one vivid memory wasn't some memory that's lovely enough to be recalled, yet, it lingers somewhere in the back of my head and creeps in each time I let my guard down. You were about to take me home, but something stopped you. You couldn't look me in the eyes. Usually you were always looking at me when we talk, right in my eyes -in everyone's eyes, as if you are fearless, as if you could look through them. But not that night. It was dark but not that dark for you to couldn't find my eyes. You were always so carefree and chirpy and what not, but that night -a once in a blue moon, you were not. You looked so clueless, you squeezed the wheel in front of you out ...

Past midnight, empty roads Matching hoodies and Fipper flip-flops Was when the silent emotion explodes And left us with just teardrops You said you got so much on your chest And everything you did was for my best But it's written in every book on the shelf  That the only thing you love is yourself What is it that you're looking for? How much of my truth you'd want to ignore? Do you think this world is a bore, Without all those lies that you swore? You pointed your rifle right at me Telling them that I'm the one who pulled the trigger See the wounds that you've caused on me? Do you watch me bleed so you could feel better? You were so hasted,  where would you go? For all the things that we've wasted,  don't you wish we could forego?

You called me just so you can take out your anger out of your chest. And it still hurts, the fact that I couldn’t ease your anger, I could never did. With all the hatred and resentment in your eyes, it finally hits me, really really hard, realizing that nobody could ever comfort you -not even me, not even once. It hurts much more.

Keberterimaan is such an underrated word. Setiap ada yang curhat hal-hal cukup pelik yang belum ada solusi duniawinya, gue sering banget ngomong, " you gotta embrace the emotions" atau "lo harus bisa berterima aja", yang most of the time   malah dinyinyirin atau dinyolotin karena kedengerannya super klise dan "yaelah gampang banget lau ngomong". Things are easier said than done , that's for sure  - but that doesn't make it less true . Setidaknya buat gue. Ketika semesta menghujani lo dengan berbagai tonjokkan bertubi-tubi, ketika secara emosyenel maupun fisikel lo semua diserang, ketika lo ngerasa hidup lo nggak mungkin bisa lebih sucks lagi tapi dibuktikan bahwa masih ada lagi state-state  lebih rendah di hidup ini, ketika lo ngerasa lo kayak lagi dikutuk sampe berasumsi bahwa di hidup sebelumnya mungkin lo adalah seorang diktator berdarah dingin yang menyiksa kehidupan masyarakat, ketika rasanya kayak hidup di living hell, di titik itu pili...

10 am. Sippin' this surprisingly good hot Macadamia Cocoa Cappucino (probably the best Starbucks' seasonal drink 'cause the rest of it tastes just like weird different kind of sugar) under this fricking cold air conditioner. They played some Sufjan Stevens-ish woman vocals as I walked in, but currently playing some jazzy-non-klcbs tunes, and whichever is fine -this Starbucks also happened to has the best playlist of all the Starbucks (even better than that one in Oakwood, their playlist is trash). All in all, this attempt on starting my day right went quite well so far. At times when I was so emotionally drained (which happens too often), the best way to keep my sanity is to actually step outside, and cherish what there's to be cherished. Most times I would just cried all day (well not literally, tho, probably just every 30mins for 8 hours straight), and that makes me stop functioning all day too. I was almost did the lying-in-the-dark-no-sunshine mode this morning, b...