I thought I think too much

I've observed a lot of people who is living,alive and breathing..but they aren't exactly alive.. They didn't exactly choose life.. Let's think for a while.. When was the last time,you chose to be happy. Happy in your own definition. What is your definition of happiness.. YOUR own definition of happiness.. Enggak harus mikirin batesan orang lain enggak harus mikirin norma enggak harus mikir.. They say life is too short to be wasted,but humans know no other way.. Humans create humans waste humans die..with no knowledge of life. I've got my knowledge of life. "Life is simply trying to break away from normality and learning to do what u feel is you.."

I love how romantic the songs turn when I turn my thoughts to you. Then I smile lightly, at the slightest thoughts of you. I love how we share the same fears and I love to be able to understand why at some days, the past are better to be remembered than to betray. I love how you smile when you want something. When you tease me into believing what you have to say.. Cause then I love how I'd smile today, even if I'm only imagining your yesterday's smile. I love being able to talk. and to shout. and to listen at the same time. I love loving and fearing the same things.. I love what I see in you,even if you won't ever see it.. I love knowing where to turn. I love missing your scents.. I love trying to make sense of missing your annoying whines.. So then... Maybe I'll just love you some more,like a nightly glass of sparkling wine...

In a world Where violence and death Are easier to find Then smiles of faith I hope you continue to crave... I hope you continue to dream... I hope you continue to wish... I hope you continue to crave a wishing dream... In a world Where normal are justified and justification are normal I hope you continue to see I hope you continue to be I hope you continue to live I hope you see... That being is living and living is believing.. In a world In this world In our world I hope for you... for me... for we... for us. . . . You see... I hope for life itself. Cilandak, 5 P.M

It was a hot day. One of those days where the traffic isn't too bad.. but everyone just decides to take their time and live in slow motion. Then you start to sweat.. hot with the sun and the emotions.. Your Ipod doesn't seem to be loud enough to clear your thoughts And there's nothing else to do except look the other way. To the other window.. So I did.. There was a sea of sweaty people All caught in their routines,busy in their own way.. My eyes wandered for a bit.. And stopped at an old woman. Her hair was messy, her t-shirt was undecent, jeans all worn out, and dark sunglasses... In her hands was a walking stick She was blind.. And I knew why I decided to take her in as a part of my life for that brief second Cause she was blind.... And she was looking straight at the sun Then she smiled.. She was thankful for the heat on her skin, and sounds in her ears. She was lost in her routines of giving thanks.. It was a hot day... Like a