on the perfect rule
on these ordinary days, i’m bored.
i already knew your every step, every sign.
not calling. texting. reply tweet. not texting. online. invisible. offline. saying hi. ignoring hi. telling your story. not telling yours.
red green red yellow green green red yellow turn back stop right there slippery road sharp turn don’t park here bump ahead move move move goddamnit.
it’s…obvious. crystal clear.
that i don’t have any reason to take the wrong turn to the wrong road.
so obvious that beneath all my rants and ramblings about your mysteriousness, i wished that there were someone offering something new.
on the lack of someone on the throne.
i’ve temporarily run out of words because i’ve run out of hope.
on why we're lame
we write.
we talk.
we listen.
we reminisce.
we sigh.
we part.
we smile.
we act.
we pretend.
on you, the woman in red
be wise.
start from your innermost self.
a gazillion-watt sustaining nuclear reaction isn’t what you always need (though it’s what you really really want).
on you, the silent princess
you’re coward.
i hate you so much that i don’t care about what’s real and what’s not from you.
that’s including your smile.
on affinity
you began to be fed up by those lofty quotes and rhyming lyrics and your own temporarily meaningful word, up to the point that you start wondering what the hell are you trying to make sense of.
you know what to do, stop figuring out what you want over and over.
move! goddamn it.
on the universe
when i saw you twinkling, it means that we’re getting farther each day.
i don’t know who sets the distance: you or me or you and i both.
we can’t fight physics, dear. airless vacuum space is already hard enough.
come back, please.
on dumbfounding
here i am.
in the middle of my father’s personal library. Tolstoy. Malcolm X. Pramoedya. Boris Pasternak. Karen Armstrong. Budi Darma. Agatha Christie. Books of pediatrics. Books of divinity (or lack of, to be exact). Books of politics, be it left or right. Books of only he knows what and why and when they were bought and put on the shelf. Years over years.
here i am.
twittering.
on casual wonder
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