a shallow and mad journal
Un-rhymed lines and broken heart stories. A poem made over grammar mistakes. Every words between every colors.
With tired eyes and shaking legs, we long for a destined future.
The skyscrapers and the crawling men.
The structural societies and the struggling families.
We’re trapped in the moment, figuring out the way to balance the confusion, hatred, and jealousy.
Forgetting compassion and not giving enough love for ourselves.
The appropriate amount of love.
The right kind of love.
Until you all find it, let’s try to give this excessive love to each other.
Di perjalanan menjadi tua, kita membuang satu persatu mimpi dan mentoleransi realita.
Entah yang ada di depan mata atau jauh di seberang.
Melewati keramaian, bertemu dengan suara hati.
Berusaha mendengarkan yang sayup.
Yang perlahan tiada.
Apa kemudian kita larut dalam cerita ini?
Dan menjadi para pemeran dalam tiga babak pendek.
Yang lembar demi lembarnya koyak dan tak punya arah.
What makes us human is our ability to be inconsistent, frail, and weak.
What we barely understand include things like…
the galaxy farther than Hubble Space Telescope’s observation.
the true value of Euler’s constant.
life beyond death.
politics.
Under the sea.
Beyond the stars.
Across the land.
I think we both lost the definition of lost.
Like you with your hundred songs.
Like me hearing your hundred songs.