Suatu hari nanti. Aku ingin berjalan denganmu diantara senja. Di bulan Juni.

Same secon. Same time. Same hour.

Pernah dengar tentang mitos bahwa saat anda melihat jam dengan urutan jam dan menit yang sama maka ada seseorang diluar sana yang merindukan anda? Atau mitos lainnya, jika anda melihat jam dengan jam dan menit yang sama maka segeralah berfikir tentang orang yang anda sayang, niscaya orang tersebut akan mengingat anda secara tiba-tiba.

I just saw. 11:11 .

Who misses me anyway ?
And who's the person that ruin my mind at that time? You. Yes you, eighteem.
Hope you remember me as i do.

COOKIES <3

“ Kadang lebih mudah percaya pada sosok yang tak terlihat dan tak terdengar dibanding sosok yang dapat dilihat dan didengar. Seperti dongeng ketika kita kecil dulu. Dan Tuhan, tentunya. ”

Mr. DROP

...because every drop of tears contains more happiness.

Atau Apalah Itu Namanya

Tidak selamanya desiran yang mengalir itu listrik
yang memberi energi atau apalah itu namanya.
Bisa saja itu hanya keinginan yang terpendam
berhari
berminggu
berbulan
bahkan bertahun.

Aku manusia. Darah dan daging.
Itu dulu. Lama sekali,
Mungkin aku sekarang hanya sebuah robot.
Dan desiran listrik yang mengalir di tubuhku tadi itu
hanya disebabkan oleh kabel yang sedikit lecet
yang tergores oleh apalah itu namanya.

Aku menolak kenyataan bahwa aku masih punya hati.
Dan aku masih percaya bahwa aku masih punya hari,
meskipun mungkin besok aku mati.
Mungkin sesungguhnya hatiku sudah mati
berhari
berminggu
berbulan
bahkan bertahun yang lalu.

Aku. Kasihan aku.
Kasihanku untuk diriku sendiri.

Menyedihkan, memang.

Peppermint, Hazelnut, Dan Coca Cola

Segelas teh dingin rasa peppermint
lalu segelas kopi rasa hazelnut
dan sekarang segelas Coca Cola rasa kembung…

Malam yang (tidak terlalu) sepi,
mari kita bercinta
dengan huruf dan kata-kata yang telanjang
sampai mataku tidak lagi kuat menahan kantuk
dan kepalaku menggelinjang dalam nikmat.

Mungkin malam ini
ada seseorang yang sedang memimpikan aku
dan dini hari nanti
aku akan memimpikan hal lainnya
yang tidak melulu karena cinta.

Hidup ini mati tanpa cinta
tapi selama bertahun hidup sudah membuktikan
aku baik-baik saja tanpa cinta
dan Tuhan, sungguh aku bahagia begini.

Aku cinta segalanya tentang aku
seperti aku cinta segalanya tentang cinta.

Ya, tentang cinta.
Bukan tentang seseorang.

Segelas teh dingin peppermint
lalu segelas kopi rasa hazelnut
dan sekarang segelas Coca Cola rasa kembung…

Permisi.
Aku ingin kencing lagi.
Kamar kost depan, suatu malam di hari Jumat.

HAPPINESS

Happiness is just outside my window
I thought it crashed, blowing 80 miles an hour
Happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone-not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good
Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never meant to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks
Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that’s enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar
Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, and you’ll never find it all
But let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, you’ll wake up and she’ll be home.
Home..

~The Fray

sebenernya gue udah lama nyimpen file lagu ini di laptop, cuma baru-baru ini didengerin dan ternyata lyricnya….. beyond amazing. touchy banget. ditambah sama Isaac’s voice yang sangat…. ah, begitulah pokoknya.

..happiness feels a lot like sorrow.
sorrow is a sad thing to experience, but everyone knows that the best remedy for it, is time. no one goes looking for sorrow, it just is. and to me, happiness is the exact same thing. you never know when will it greets you. but when it does, you can feel the joy overwhelms you.

..happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard, happiness was never meant to hold.
you chase after it, and it’ll destroys you. a real happiness is never meant to be chased. let it be, and you’ll find em. real happiness is much more like a box of birthday presents. you never know what’s inside. full of surprises. its a lot more like the feeling you get from falling in love, getting a good news, all of those things that you aren’t searching for it. yet it wakes the butterflies in your tummy. cause if you chasing sumthin that you think would fill the gap inside you, you aren’t chasing an eternal joy. you’re chasing sumthin that’ll forever change.

happiness is yours to define. i guess it would have gazillion different meanings for everybody. to me, happiness is that time in your life that you finally realize that you doesn’t have to search for it anymore. happiness is already on your door. that time when you actually enjoy every minutes, every seconds on your life and fills it with love and laughter. that you finally make peace with yourself. that you thanks your God everytime. whatever happens in your life.

que sera-sera, whatever will be, will be..

Cheers, E.

SURAT BUAT JODOH

Walau kita belum bertemu, aku rindu.

Salam sayang,
Cinta terakhirmu.

Aku tau tak mungkin memaksakan cinta. Aku hanya takut, terlalu lama mengunggu membuatku mati rasa.

'Maka jangan biarkan aku terlalu lama menunggu. Cintaku bisa membeku, rasaku bisa membiru. Dan akan kulupakan kamu tanpa ragu.'

LETTER TO GOD

Hi, God. Its me… again.
Its been three months. I’ve been praying and crying my heart out for the same thing. Three months. But I have yet hear anything from You.
What happened to us, God?
I sense that You’re still mad at me.
You’re mad at me, aren’t You? Must be. Because I tried to call You a lot of times, but… You never answered. Everytime I pray to You, feels like I’m talking to myself. I feel like… You’re nowhere to be found. Its just me and the walls. Empty.
I found myself writing this letter, hoping that maybe You’ll read it.

God, where are You?
I guess I missed You..
This morning I woke up with sore throat and aching heart. I cried a lot. Then stopped. Then cried again. I’m amazed by my eyes, how come they never get dry? I cried like, a river, for the past three months.
I know. Friends keep calling me stupid. Even I called myself stupid.
It just hurts, God.
Still does. It hurts too much I feel numb.

Now that You don’t wanna talk to me, I…
I’ve never felt so lonely before.

People say if something or someone hurt you, you have to give yourself some space to lick your own wounds.
I’ve been licking my wounds for three months, but its still bleeding.

So yeah, God, I need You.
Talk to me… please. Say something. There are so many blurry question marks floating in my head, and no one knows the answer. I don’t know what to do, which way to go, nor how to start again.

I hope that You’ll read this letter. I look forward hearing from You.
But if You’re too busy to talk to me, please just send someone over.


Regards,
Me.