Let’s Take A Time

May 1, 2015 by Prisanti Leave a comment

There is something calm and somewhat fear towards mountains. The silent guardian, telling story about million years before us. The story of every explosion and every friction of the earth. Sometimes we forget how to be human, caught up in the middle of the universe. Mending broken pieces which supposed to be left unsaid. We forget how to take a silence between the hustling moments.

Let’s take a time today, to remember every moment that matters. Every people forgotten. Every hearts that need to be heal. Let’s take a time today to sit around and glad to be alive.

late-night radio broadcast #3

March 12, 2015 by Prisanti Leave a comment

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.

Team Alanis

January 26, 2015 by Prisanti Leave a comment

It is always easier to write about darkness, madness, and anger. It is easier to write in loneliness and sorrow. It is easier to be brokenhearted and painted mute colors. Sometimes, channeling deepest darkness and countless sorrow is good for a boost for your next artsy project. Besides, all the greatest love song is made from brokenhearted tale.

But I’m going to stop there, because like me, you already know when to stop.

Before 7

January 25, 2015 by Prisanti Leave a comment

In an empty dark room, when no one had come. With empty table and a lot of chairs. I sat down hours before the sun rose or the light turned on. It usually doesn’t take that long.

There were memories about nonsense talking and senseless laughing. But when you look around this time, no sound would be heard. As if we are all putting our ear bud on. Faded music vividly heard once or twice. And our attempt to revive the surrounding feeling would have come to sour. There’s this bunch of new people coming up. Occupying large portion of the neighborhood. I’ve seen this before somewhere. I remember this feeling before.

The last time, I was the one who left. Now, it’s the other way around. It doesn’t feel that bad. Truthfully, it doesn’t feel at all.

Maybe We’re Just Being Mean

December 31, 2014 by Prisanti Leave a comment

Maybe we’re just being mean.
Maybe we are not sad at all.
Maybe we just wanted a conversation topic.
Maybe we just love to see soap opera.
Maybe we can’t stop blaming others.
Maybe we just wanted to punch somebody.
Maybe we forget how to be human.
Maybe we forget how to love.
Maybe we forget to take a bow.
To the ocean, to the sky, to you.

Tonight, let’s called early and hope.
Hoping for them, to stay under moonlight and amongst the stars.
Landing in enormous twilight sky.

Dear beautiful faces, until we meet again, you will be loved.

PS: Being a part of community in a vast stream of information, is hard. We are becoming part of people we used to hate. Becoming more of a person we avoid in the past. In that kind of situation, stop for a minute and take a breath, look around, and ask yourself few questions. Who you are, what you are doing, how you get there.