Thursday, June 28, 2012

Where's the promise we make?

Maybe my life's not worse than yours. Some envy it, some not. I'm happy and also sad.
Friend. I have friend that I can really rely on. Yes, friend. Just that one friend that I can really trust on. That I can express my emotions. I don't need lot's of friend when pretty much most of them are just bunch of hypocrite. I'm sorry if I'm being rude. But be realistic, people talk behind you. You know nothing and being good to them until the day you know the truth and lastly, hurt yourself. I know not all people are 'bad', but this generation, it's hard to find one that's actually care.
Boyfie. Currently in a crisis. Hoping for things to get better.
Family. Same as usual. You know how others sometimes go out with their family? Not in my case. I'm used to it.
School. See no need for schooling. Hope I'll pass this year, though.
Mood. Random, I'm disappointed in myself.
I guess that's pretty much how my life goes right now. Lifeless, huh? How yours?

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Kamu

Pertemuan pertama kita terekam jelas di otakku. Aku sering memainkan adegan itu dalam gerak lambat. Mengingat, mereka, dan merasakan setiap helai gerakanmu. Ingatkah kamu, waktu itu aku hampir celaka? Kamu ada di sana. Aku ada di sana. Terluka.
Kini, aku hanya ingin menghentikan waktu, dan memfigurakan senyummu yang selalu mampu membuatku tenang. Walau dalam badai, meski dalam tangis, dan senja merah yang manis.
Mungkin kita adalah dua sisi koin yang ditakdirkan berpasangan. Mungkin di saat seperti ini, kita baru paham seperti apa bentuk rindu yang menelusup pelan. Disaat diam. Disaat hening. Disaat malam.
Jika rasa ini memang nyata, maka ajari aku, tetap melaju tapi tak terjebak waktu. Tetap berpusar tanpa harus terlempar. Tetap mengalir tanpa harus berpikir
Kamu. Ketika rumus fisika majal, matematika menemui ajal, kimia tak lagi berguna, dan biologi hanya kata tanpa arti. Kamu, ketika cinta menjelma menjadi satu definisi. Pasti.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Lost

I feel lost. The world around me changes and I find myself an alien in this changed world. Everything seems strange. I don’t even feel like myself. The sad thing is, I run to the past, which looks brighter than the present, and I can’t see the future. The past becomes a refuge for me and I start to feel nostalgic quite often. I’m not the one I should be, so my life is not going the way it should be. It makes me kind of…. I don’t know….. depressed.