Pusaran kegilaan ini bernama ________.
Di mana segalanya tidak pernah berhenti berlari.
Berlari, yang bukan hanya untuk untuk diri.
Tempat lahir dan mengubur mimpi.
Tempat patah hati dan memulai lagi.
Tentang semua yang tidak pasti dan konsistensi.
Tempat dimana keras bukan hanya soal hati.
Dan hangat bukan hanya tentang rasa.
Menimbang tujuan dan memupuk konsekuensi.
Hari ini, di sini.
Di pusaran kegilaan ini.
Author: Prisanti
Drowning
In the cold water,
floating,
and lost.
The void in the air.
Numb, yet confused.
The noise in the head.
Loud, but voiceless.
Does condolences ever enough?
The Reflection in The Mirror
When the terms self-love surfaced in recent years, people describe the terms with the ability to accept themselves and trying to start taking care of themselves better. Acceptance of their flaws and the imperfection. But when it comes to physical appearances or looks, sometimes, the term won’t apply completely. Women, especially women, sometimes feel inferior in front of other women. A flawless Selebgram, the women effortlessly strutting the airport with no eye-bag, the stylish random people on the street. I unconsciously being ashamed of myself seeing people at a wedding reception, wearing a full make-up and completely perfect hair. Often times, I told myself I really don’t care. That’s not what I’m comfortable of wearing, that’s not how I want to see myself. But other times, I feel that I need to have a full make-up and completely perfect hair to be accepted, to be normal.
When I was in junior high, there was a popular hair treatment that able to straighten your hair for a couple of months. I guess, that was the time Meteor Garden started their popularity and suddenly, everybody wanted a straight long hair. Me included. I asked my mother to go to the hair salon and undergo the treatment. I guess that’s when my thoughts about the acceptance started. I have a wavy and curly hair, so I feel that I need to have straight long hair to be accepted, to be normal.
The Night of Silence
Here lies the proof of our common misunderstanding.
Of ambitions, of lies.
The tragedy of human’s greed and the choice to stay away with all of it.
Living under the land of broken hearts, reading The Art of Suffering.
Choosing of being totally energetic, or totally not in love.
Captured in frames, aired in a screen, with a thousand of thumbs.
There is a lot of life out there, with hundreds of words.
Can we really bear it all?
Can we really see beneath it all?
Here lies the proof of our common misunderstanding.
The young are always angry, the old are angrier.
The right will always right, and the left is always left behind.
Why can’t we stop these stream of bytes?
Why can’t we see the silence?
I’m sitting to prove a point and I see nothing but the flashes.
I’m running to the edge of the world and the night sky surrounds me.
It’s bleak yet comforting. It’s lonely but soothing.
We can stop the stream of bytes, but we should never see the silence.
Some Words in Paper
For the longest time, I want to write letters to others. It’s a dream comes true that I finally can do it with the power of social media :))
One time, my friend asked me how have I been? A simple gesture which maybe means nothing to her, but for me, means a lot at that time. I know the feeling of being asked at the right time can means that you still needed. There is someone who still wanting to know your whereabouts and asking you to tell your story.
A human connection. Even in this digital era, can do a lot of things. So awhile ago, inspired by my own writing and thoughts, I asked a simple question (with not so simple answers) to my friends on the internet.