I hate goodbyes.

And no matter how old I am and how mature I can deal with it, I just hate it.

And no matter how many goodbyes I have faced, which I supposed to get used to it, I still hate it.

As simple as that.

Kotak Kaca

Kotak kaca

Indah. Rapuh. Di sana aku pernah, tapi hatiku meriuh.

Lelah aku di kotak kaca.

Aku mau telanjang saja, kaki, mata, dan rasa.

Lalu berlari di bawah semesta.

"Merindu Hujan" in progress

I am writing my short story, my very first short story after hibernating that long, it's called "Merindu Hujan" - Longing for Rain,...
Here's one of the citation :

Hujan jadi pertanda. Ada rindu yang terlalu kuat di antara mereka. Membumbung tinggi lalu terkondensasi. Tak kuat lagi menahan serta terdesak perih, lalu semburat di angkasa. Dan tiada yang tahu ada konsentrat pekat aroma rindu di tiap tetes hujannya.

gambar diambil dari sini.

Semoga bisa cepat rampung.

Fragment #1

You say it's not love.
It's ADORATION
And you expect me to believe that,
But every day, every time I wake up,
I simply dare your words,
Tell me, how can love grow from its seed?
It grows by adoring.
You simply can't answer
I know you know that it's true.
And all I can hear from my cell phone is,
"Honey, breakfast is ready!"

*ini fragment. Ini bibit. Belum dipupuk. Belum disirami. Jadi belum bisa mencapai keutuhan menjadi sebuah cerpen*