diri.

kepingan resah berhenti pada pagar.
lalu setelah halaman, ada rumah yang tak kenal kata pulang.

ada tangan-tangan maya yang mereka-reka akhir cerita.
tanpa kertas dan pena.
tanpa "aku" dan "kamu".

dengan jiwa pengembara dan kepala laksana samudera,
dan hati yang belum duduk sempurna,
cukuplah sebuah jalan memutar menggenapkan sebilangan.

diri.

hujan di akhir.

panas.
air-air bertahan di udara,
sementara waktu tidak juga tepat.

hingga akhirnya deras,
dan tak mampu menahan kaki-kaki yang ingin pergi.

[short chapter] a lost thank you note.

i hate to admit one thing : that sure enough, that time, i fell in love with you. a familiar stranger. a good friend. a rainbow-styled grayscale. an ANYTHING in BETWEEN.

i fell in love with how you oppose almost all of my thoughts. i fell in love with how you see possibilities in any negative talks. i fell in love with how you picture things in perspective. i fell in love with how you dealt with pessimism and frustration by a single smile. i fell in love with the way you didn't love me back.

and i still love the way you often came as a clear mirror to me. for any bitter facts you put into my midnight coffee, i owe you that indefinite future ahead. for nothing sweet you've presented to me, i genuinely thank you.


ps : i'm so sorry the thank you note got lost within my pride.