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.

It is midnight and it’s starting to rain outside. Feeling sentimental about the rain? I told you we’re on the same wavelength about this. Have you found another way to forget those lonely spaces? Have you tried the hurt healer and wound patches?

One question remains tonight. How do you measure a broken heart?
Minutes? Days? Moments?
I’m sure all of you have different ways to handle it but do you exactly remember when it stops hurting you? Is it when you find another ‘someone’? Is it when you find yourself in another routine that keeps you away from feeling miserable? Is it when you pull out an Adele? Pour the rage out and turn it into six Grammys?

‘When’ isn’t exactly the case, because you are who matters. People find themselves in different ways. Finding you isn’t easy, but as Dr. Seuss once said, ‘There is no one alive who is Youer than You.‘. If it isn’t because of those shitty broken heart drama, you won’t be standing this high. So, I will leave you tonight.
Enjoy the height.

PS: It’s back in 2010 when I wrote the first piece of late-night radio broadcast :’)  That time, I never knew when I was going to write the continuation but I did write the ‘#1’ on its title. When I finally wrote this, some of my friends are experiencing a broken heart. It is the distance that separates me from getting them a bar of chocolate like I always do back in those days. I wish I can be more than the-late-night-chats on their mobile data plan. But then again, they are some bad ass people that much stronger than any other, so I know you are going to be okay (and be the greatest you’ll ever be).

I’m wide awake, so what’s the point of dreaming when your life is great?
Celebrate the feeling, celebrate the feeling.
Can’t complain about much these days, I believe we’ll be okay.

late night radio broadcast #1

This is still a late-night radio broadcast.
It’s still past midnight, and we’re still here to make you feel better.

How do you describe pain, one of you had asked through our inbox.
Oh, this is a funny one.

Pain is the ultimate proof that we are alive.
It is hard to see one suffer, especially in a traumatic one.
I’m not sure if pain can be shared.
It won’t be, in every single way.
It can be ease in such a hard way, but I don’t think it can be shared.
It is a journey and a battle against time and mind, that one should pass.

To hate is such a terrible act of parting, such a terrible way of beating the pain.
This is such a pity, to leave everyone brokenhearted.
I once experienced it, you might too.
And probably someone over the roof miles away from us too.
That is why we’re here, on the same wavelength.
Crying the same song we’ve known so long.

So, here’s one for you.
This is the first song and after this, we’ll be calling someone.
You might know him and all of his belongs.
He feels the pain, more or the same with us.

It might be you, so don’t put your phone on hold.

We caused so much agony.
We can’t seem to move ahead.
This is such a pity.
We should give all our love to each other.
Not this hate that destroys us.
This is such a pity.

//November 07, 2010//

Welcome to the late-night radio broadcast.
It is past midnight and we know you and us will become a best friend.
Until the dawn creeps under and the sun rises.
The nocturnal, the addicted, the broken-hearted, the heart broker.
There’s always a place for anybody in the programs.
Come, sweet and fragile one.
We play your favorites tunes, from the merry swinger to the sleepy jazz.
Your request, we play it, delivered dearly to your ear pleasure.
Leave your past in the evening and say welcome to the hurt healer and wound patches.
This is the only place you can leave your past,
forget your name, and do whatever you won’t do by day