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The Philosophy of Happiness (is just a matter of turning the other way).....

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...

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Lagu cinta, petikan gitar terdengar manja. Tapi yang muncul hanya dia. Kekecewaan dan keegoisan tiba-tiba memutus asa. Dia bukan yang kuharap, walaupun dia memberi sedikit arah. Ini hanya suatu masa. Hanya hasil tangis, Hanya hasil ilusi keinginan. Tapi di persimpangan masa ini, kusimpan segenap kesadaran untuk menampar diriku sendiri. Aku hanya akan diam, takkan pernah membuatnya sakit, karena.. Dia adalah tawaku. Dia meminjamkan dunianya untuk nantinya aku mulai membuat duniaku. Dia mengenal setiap lorong sepi di dalam hatiku. Dia adalah rasa nyamanku. Dia kadang adalah aku... Lagu cinta, dan yang terdengar hanya... "Kau genggam tanganku,saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh.Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku.." Cilandak, 5.06 PM.

Lived,loved,and hated

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I think I've lived a few times died and lost and commited a few crimes I've loved I've hated I am loved and I am hated I think I've lived a few times I've seen a lot of faces and tears leaving traces Little rocks in my shoes and still some winding road to follow through. I believe I've lived a few times here and there.. but not wandering aimlessly anywhere.. I want to go home I need to go home . -Cilandak,4 AM-