I thought I think too much

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...

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.

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-