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Ada bahasa yang bisa jadi indah karena tidak terkatakan ada waktu yang bingung hilang karena lepas terlupakan ada kenyataan ada pernyataan ada fakta tapi kebenaran kalau sepi dia pergi jauh mengerti dan bersama kalau lari dia tidak hilang tapi lenyap kalau menghapus dia tidak segan dan berapi seperti alam gunung lautan lembah palung dan seperti musik mengetuk seperti hantu dan kendang kematian hilang dalam terjemahan dan lembar silang bahasa tidak tersampaikan tidak terkatakan trans dalam ketukan hantu dan kenikmatan alunan metronome mendengar yang ini lalu membenci mendengar yang ini lalu jatuh cinta membandingkan selarasan peristiwa lalu berbahasa ada bahasa yang bisa jadi indah karena tidak terkatakan ada perihal yang indah karena terkatakan dalam diam ada waktu yang hilang tersesat dan lepas terlupakan ada kenyataan dan ada fakta bolak balik hanya begitu jika sendu hanya bisa begitu mengetuk dan menulis tatapan hantu melukis dan melukis melukis lalu -lagi senggang, bosan, dan beri...

I don't think how one could meet with another are simply a coincidence. I believe in how the universe work in mysterious ways and make people's path crossed. People leaved but stories stayed. lessons learned. Some brought you drink and took you places, some trying to be your best when they already are, some leaves you with hate, or some leave you loved. Someone you shared your first gelato with and maybe someone you wanted to hug, how they smell so much like your pillow. I don't think how one could meet with another are simply a coincidence. I believe in how the universe works in mysterious ways and make people's path crossed. And if ever anything changes, everything would last.

Time shows almost twelve in the morning when I realized how strange this room was. I'm currently sitting on this small armless chair with an unfinished catcher in the rye on my right and a stillness sleepy headache. and I need to point this out: there are a little too much skylight in this house, I'm heating up and it cause me to lost anything to write.

To me you’re the sea and I have fallen in love with salt on my skin. - I love this feeling. a feeling I got when words, song and picture go together like that. like they are mean for each other. or not.

I was at home, at night, after 2 hours long drive from a funeral when I was thinking about all of these. I have a cousin who has a father who just died four days ago. Alone in the room at the ship. I met him in person but we rarely chat or talk even, he almost just an acquaintances. Therefore I shouldn't bee too sad or anything right? but no I guess I'm wrong. I'm straight wrong to think that we have to be close with someone to feel sad when they're gone. A sadness, apparently, are contagious. Just like laughter and sometimes, happiness. When I was in a funeral, at my house, I admittedly, goes to think like 'why are you and you people so sad and cry like an ugly baby, you're not even see him since years ago' or 'oh come on he's my father, not yours' or 'Okay so, who are you? I swear I didn't know you' But maybe a saying that say we can never know a person completely, no matter how many years or decade we've spent together are mere...

The times we had Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow were not all bad we put our feet just where they had had to go never to go

I like spending time with you over foods and drinks I like spending time with you with musics and words I like spending time with you quizzing about harry potter I like spending time with you on jokes and stranger approach then again I just like spending time with you period