AT THE BEGINNING

At the beginning I want to, but now, no more. At the beginning, you did, and you sometimes still do. But nor I am. Sometimes, it’s you, sometimes I. Even it’s sometimes us.

At the beginning. When splendours still grew up rapidly everywhere. While I was truly need and want to take that chance. And so you did. We grew up better.

At the beginning. That we could see whole things wisely, so we could trust if we really able to trough all challenges for long. We were giving trust and given…

…at the beginning.

At the beginning. Time we laugh for aech moment. Exploring places, life, and both of I and you. Grabbing attentions, never see what were happening truly. And just don’t care.

At the beginning, only before the end.

At the beginning. The word that has no prediction for the ending. 

When You, When I, Just Need Somebody to Talk With

Have you ever felt like a break, a crack, an empty. There around your chest? Or. Inside? I ain’t really sure where is it. Some moments when it suddenly come and come again, it’s tearing somehow. Well I also don’t know how and why. But I know it’s a part of emotion called ‘sadness’.

Have you ever felt such sucks thing? Something which actually can not be hidden from human’s soul, at least we know it. Maybe it’s just not shown. Or, maybe some of us really never felt a sadness. Because you have been feeling it for too many times, that make you just can not cry anymore. Because you have already heartless. 

Have you?

Letter for You from Me

Jakarta, February 2012

Good evening dear,

Will you believe if I tell these all? I bet you will be answering 'no'. Maybe because I'm seemed like playing. Free. So, um, I think I want to have a session with you as soon as possible. Means, it's about a couple of weeks more to pass. It's long because I'm waiting. But It's short because as you know, Time is Money to me. I can produce much in a short time for anything, including you. I don't know why I did initiate to just write this letter. You know, last ninght I just can't sleep thinking about.. yes. YOU. Who are you? You can not guess. Maybe you are not the 'you' who I mean. So, make a preparation to accept that I don't write for you. Dear, I make no paragraph here because I know only you who will be reading it so carefully. You understand what I mean? People won't wonder what is this, because they just don't put much care and I thank to it. I really miss you, with little pleasure and huge anxiety. Why anxious? Because I need to decide soon what should I make to us. I'm not a player so I will prove it. It's been so long time since I hang some. I don't wanna be an irresponsible person. Is it naive? If yes, then so what? Dear, I'm sure I can admit the right one. You know, I'm a great decision maker. That has been bringin you into my considerations, my serious thought and plan. You still not believe? So take a rest firstly and just wait for only days :) 

Rakyat Bukan Butuh BLT

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