Even After Everything We’ve Seen, We’ve Barely Caught a Glimpse of What It Means. In the Architecture of the Soul,

Turning Page

"Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell

When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well

With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas

Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees"

There Are So Many Things To Be Shared

But there are a few things that should not be overexposed.
Know where you are to know your limit.

You Killed Me

You

Just

Did

There Is Another Confusing Thing About Being a Thing

If you look at a beautiful thing for so many times,

Do you get bored?

Do you wish it will be more beautiful?

Or

Do you wish it will just stay the same?

Don't you want it to change?

Just because it's beautiful now, doesn't mean it will be forever beautiful.

Right?

Why do people replace if my statement is not right?

People replace everything almost every time they feel bored.

They don't like to have or do something same everyday.

But,

From this part on,

It will get more interesting, and also,
Confusing..

I said people do replace things, right?

Then, what is a memory?

Why do people miss something?

Why people want to get back to the things they have replaced?

Why do people cheat and then wanting to get back?

Why do people love and then hate?

What makes people so weird?

Why do people change a lot?

Why do people destroy beautiful things?

People are so confusing.

I hate people.

I am people.

If This Was A Tale, Let Me Tell You Mine

You came again in a surprising moment and you were sort of grabbing my upper arm and scratch it softly but tightly. I sat there like I don't even know you're already there. But ignoring may not be the best at the moment.

So I looked up and,

That was the moment when everything disappeared right from your face.

Then I woke up with nothing left but a headache.

Why?

Thank You, August-Rose!

Talked to one of my good friends from high school. She kinda gave me inspiration to write this entry.

I was drafting posts and I keep scraping it out, erase words, and lack of thoughts. But, finally I got a topic.

So here is our short conversation that I’ve edited.

AR:    Maybe,we don't think the same way right now. I really do less think. I don't feel I'm already on the field you mean. I'm just being too subjective 

Me:    Aren't you happy?

AR:    Superficially,I'm happy. But I don't think that happiness ever fit in me for long time. Happiness doesn't really work for myself.

Me:    Happiness is a warm gun, that's a right phrase for everyone like what you said on one of your posts.

Wait, I got to quote that.

AR:    Yep, 'cause I think I'm not sure which post.

Me:    “the world won't let you got the happily ever after.” that one.

AR:    Ah,that one.

Me:    You said that already, it is a warm gun.

AR:   Warm in mean?

Me:    Kills you slowly, but warmly.

AR:    And,cruelly.

Me:   Yes. No wonder I was happy at first and the next time I wanted to chop myself into pieces. That's natural for everyone. Life is a food with so many seasonings and you choose which one to be added to your "food".

AR:    Is it someone else's quote?

Me:    Which one?

AR:    No wonder I was happy at first and the next time I wanted to chop myself into pieces.

Me:    Nope, I just typed it

AR:    Yours?

Me:    My thought, why?

AR:    That's absolutely great. What happen on your food right now?

Me:   Wow..actually I'm looking for something to be written on my blogs, talking to you gave me inspiration..

Overcooked.

My life’s been overcooked. But, it’s been a long time I haven’t shared random thoughts. Thanks August-Rose, thanks! We have talked a lot tonight, I hope to see you soon and then we can talk directly. It should be a great talk when we meet later.

Visit her writings: august-rose.blogspot.com

All These Crazy Things Are Inside My Brain

That's all. Nothing more and nothing less. I just like to type it down. It's just I always type and post entries when I was insane. That's what make this blog looks like a depressing world of words.


I am happy, but during my happiness, I can't write,
I enjoy.

I Did Let It Hit

And I did let it hurt.
But I did not cry.
I was stronger.


I am stronger.

Libur

Libur, tapi tidak bisa pulang.
Libur, padahal selalu identik dengan pulang kampung.
Libur, tiket pesawat mahal, lebih baik menabung.
Libur, hanya bisa menelfon orang rumah.
Libur, seharusnya bisa makan masakan Mama.
Libur, malah homesick.
Libur, tetapi tidak seperti liburan.

Gampang

Membuat orang menyesal itu gampang.
Abaikan saja, pasti dia heran dan lama-lama menyesal.

Tapi jangan salah,
Tidak ada orang yang selalu menyesal.
Lama-lama pasti muak.

Artinya, bisa jadi jika kau abaikan,
Malah menjadi muak.

One

Take my hand and my heart and soul,
I will only have these eyes for you.
And you know, everything changes but we'll be strangers if we see this through.
You could stay within these walls and bleed or just stay with me.
Oh lord, now all my senses come to life,
While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I have ever been and I'll never leave again,
'Cause you are the only one.
And all my friends have gone to find another place to let their hearts collide,
Just promise me, you'll always be a friend,
'Cause you are the only one.

You know what people say about some people who blog? Some of them can't even write. They just quoted things. I may be one, but I could not help myself not to quote this.























But, that's not the point.