Paint it black

It was dark and grey

And then some colour started to grow

And grow

And grow

But it seems to get darker now

Colorful but dark

I need bright colour...

Words

I used to love playing with words

Making sentences that read beautifully yet stab right on the heart

I used to love making sentences after sentences

Telling out what I felt or thought about anything (or anyone)

I used to love telling out many things

Wanting people to read me intransparently and to guess what is going on

....

Not so much now :-)

Maybe someday, I’ll love doing it again..

Terik

Mungkin saya memang tipe yang tidak bisa kena panas matahari

Bukan, bukan karena kulit yang cepat terbakar 

Lebih banyak karena memang tidak tahan dengan teriknya matahari

Efeknya baru terasa sesudahnya....

I need a hat, at least...

Sorrow

Don’t want to live if it only radiates sorrow

#happinessisoverrated

Survive

You can be strong if your only choice is to survive :-)

:-)

I miss this blog...

I grew up and older in this space

Maybe not wiser but I do know more than before

2018

My wish for 2018?

Still Nothing... :-)