Its easier to fall in love when the sun sets down.

Cliche, way too cheesy for someone who had just proved herself wrong.

She could feel the ocean breeze swiping off her back, carrying strands of her untied hair to her face, but she seemed not to care. Be free, her mind quietly said.
Everything was orange before it turned to dark, it felt like the dusk was doing its magical duty before its asked to be gone again. So, she took her time; admiring the beauty she had been beholding for the past 3 days without any sign of blase.
But, no, she could tell.
She could tell that it was not really the dusk. That it was not the tranquility the ocean breeze brought to.
It was him, she could tell. It was not even a silhouette. It was him.

And she thought he should stop looking at her that way, because every time he did, she felt like drowning. More like being suffocated by the future that would never have a time for them.
But he kept looking at her, that way. And she could tell that his dark eyes were too dreamy for such gaze that she knew she would never see it again after they're done there.

"Do you believe in coincidence?"

I never believed it until these past three days.

"Once, i think."

"It feels like you happen to be my favorite coincidence."

Now I wish theres no such word as coincidence. 

She smiled in an utter bitterness. How did we get here? was a question that kept emerging out in her mind and would be forever unsaid, forever unanswered.


to north

I head to north, until the bones crack out of the cold breeze. In a vagueness I hear the faint of strings plucked into some serene tunes. And, the fire, now I apprehend.
As I draw near, I can feel some parts of my body goes numb. See, it always happens to be something that is hard to elucidate.

The crowds. Precisely the same people about years ago.
And I'm starting to draw the lines of laughter upon them as if the longing has all been paid off.
But my eyes, they keep wandering through the crowds. Running, they're going after a piece of the old times. A piece of bliss, merged into something bitter.
And, its right there.
The cold breeze swipes off as my whole body goes limp. Spacing out, I'm losing my grip.

"Hows life?"

Its always a funny thing knowing how puny and devastated I am due to such lines. 


eyes & chances

Eyes that we had them erroneously interpreted on the very first glance.
And, chances that we had them gone in the very first place.

Those eyes, they were too breezy for a heart like mine.
And, chances were never ours to take.


We let go of each other and now we're consuming the bliss that we both create on our own world. See now our path has been going parallel. And we have defined our own right track. 
Most of the time we think we're happy.

But one of those days, there comes the universe to kindly remind us, that we should dig it deeper and find out how miserable we've became.

Coldplay - Up In Flames


to be lost

She never had a choice
So, she decided to pace out of the path and create options
And it came out to be like this

About who and where
About losing her own self on who she was once
About losing her own self on who she wanted to be that now she is here
About failing and still got nowhere to place the blame
About having so much time wasted

And, this might be a secret
That after all this time she still quietly thought about it at night before the sleep
About this idea of what ifs and if onlys

"If only people were born opting"
"What if I was born on another family?"


She kept laughing
They kept falling

"Why on earth do people have to hurt each other? What makes people so capable of betraying one and another, that much?"

She felt it all perplexing
Still they kept falling

She prayed
That old prayers
About names that she thought God must be tired of hearing them

But there came another morning
Another walks to the quay
That she planned on sailing her boat away

Far away, that she hoped she wouldnt have to come back
That she hoped to be lost.


the word lucky

Having or bringing good fortune; Occuring by chance. 

I'm not saying that the things that I have achieved, the things I am now living with they are all merely springing from the struggles that I have passed through. Somehow I feel like sometimes the existence of another 'thing' is way too evident, that I almost see it with my both eyes.
Lucky, its just a word. And it admittedly is the word I never forget to put into my prayer since this odd world slaps me with a proof that sometimes struggling is just not enough. 
And, through the depressed nights that we quietly burst out in tears knowing that our shoulders probably could no longer sustain, in which the word lucky I buried it deep and deeper just because everything turned into the word we were all scared in the very beginning; bullshit. 

To your huge astonishment, I still felt lucky in that very time I looked like a walking dead trying to climb over the skyscraper. Like things such as sadness, bitterness, depressed feelings, they are simply another queer ways to remind us that we are all lucky enough not to feel unlucky. That the word unlucky is just a word that has been abandoned by the meaning itself, because I figure out that whenever I feel unlucky its just a sheer road that will eventually lead me to some places where I might taste a bliss. Or, at least, I tell myself that way.

For me, the definition of lucky is that simple; the fact that I am having him around now. And, I do not care who's having him back then. I do not care how people look at me as if I am that less fortunate who's attempting to repair a broken toy. All that I saw from the moment I decided to let him come into my little wrecked life was that he's not that broken, and I would not be wasting my time repairing anything, because he's the one who did. He occured to me just like that; like I breathed the luckiness in every particle of the oxygen. 
Though lately its been a hard time finding out any other way to fix things, (to those who ever put bunch of hesitations, go look) we stay still. 

We stay still, and nothing else matters.


a past reminder

Isn't it weird that some places are meant to be a past reminder, that whenever you step onto the mossy pavements, you'd see the moments as if they emerge vaguely out of nowhere, and the worst is that they're getting sharper in every another steps?

This afternoon, while I was driving around with a friend, we passed an old building which used to be the place we went to everyday for 3 years long. And, we casually decided to come over. 

a n d  i t  h u r t .

I had no idea which pieces of my part that seemed to feel something that was just like a sting; it knocked me out. More like slapping. It was so much pain yet it felt as good as when the moments lived. 
And, yes, it felt good. Just because they ever lived. Just because the laughter in the hallway that I passed through was real. Just because the wounds that ever cracked so many people there were true. 

I looked around; my soul probably had starved over such atmosphere. Then I began to realize that there were to much things in just one place. They came altogether in that very moment; consuming my thoughts.

Consuming me.



I hate temporary feelings.

Its like I swear I would have hated one in my entire life just few seconds ago and now I awkwardly am crying like a baby elephant knowing the idea that things are not supposed to be this way, that way. I loathe me for being such a fainthearted living thing for the allowance of anxiety to suffocate me. Most of the goddamned time.

I curse me, for being the weak, in a never-ending game that we both started.