Late Night Radio Broadcast #4

January 31, 2018 by Prisanti Leave a comment

Under this rain, I want to comfort you tonight.

I can’t give you a hug, nor a warm blanket and a box of tissue.
But I’m trying, with these voices within this wavelength.
Would you let me come through?
To your pain and the headache.
To your tears and the heartache.

Tonight I want to ask you.
Are we enough for ourselves?
Or we need others to prove our validity and value?
We might not find the answer right now, but let’s find the strength to search it.
In our daily life, between our blank stares to the sky and the sea of people.

Here comes the last song,
the rhythm of peace and forgiveness.
To ourselves.
(I always want to say this to myself.)
Let’s not sacrifice today’s happiness for distant tomorrow.

PS: More of Late Night Radio Broadcast series can be found here.

After This Night

January 29, 2018 by Prisanti Leave a comment

Would you still meet me after this night?
After this dance?
After the alcohol wear off?

Would you still tell me your secrets?
And all the guilt you’ve been feeling.

Would you still remember me after this night?
And this orange lipstick.

Would I still remember you after this night?
And still having these feeling of comfort.

The Disappearance

January 14, 2018 by Prisanti Leave a comment

I want to pack 3 shirts and a sweater. 5 instant noodles and a pouch of skincare in traveling size.
I want to have an empty water bottle and couple of socks.
Maybe an extra pair of pants and umbrella (because the weather has been unpredictable lately).

I want to pack and go.
Somewhere alone, without music and the notifications.

I don’t know if I will still be hurt, because it’s complete darkness no matter where I look.
It’s like running away (and I don’t care).
The same thing like how much I eat these past days (and still feel nothing) or how deft I am with all these noises.
Every day is like a constant battle. With myself. With the surrounding and the noises.

I really want to pack and go.
Somewhere alone, without the sadness and the pain.

Longer Days

December 30, 2017 by Prisanti Leave a comment

It suddenly feels normal to experience loneliness, which then I prefer it more. The cold room and the bitterness of life. Mixing it up and never letting go.

I don’t know how to dismantle the emptiness. The heavy atmosphere that surrounds me in a veil. My inability to do more, my throat that goes dry every time I try to speak.

These things, that suffocated you.

Will it ever go away?

The Subtle Agenda

December 28, 2017 by Prisanti Leave a comment

There’s a rumor that The Queen’s Teardrop is now being sold on the black market. Price starts from 1.000.000 gold coins, an amount of price equals of a month of food supply for the Bottom Neighborhood.

You may ask what The Queen’s Teardrop actually is, but you will get a pretty blunt answer. The Queen’s Teardrop is actually The Queen’s tears in a glass drop. It’s widely known that a few months ago, The Princess suddenly run away with some Knight from a foreign country. Cannot contain the sadness and the sudden departure, The Queen has locked herself in the chamber and never stopped crying ever since.