Warrior

//September 02, 2009//

Since I was a kid, when I read with all my might to know the beauty of life through fairy tales, fables, and other children books, I never wanted to be a princess. I’d like to be a warrior. That’s why, now, I’m trying so hard to be a warrior of the light.

I know that it seems a lot like far. But at least, I’ve come closer to it from the first time I’ve tried. And if people don’t see me as one, I’ll be pissed. Nah, kidding. If people don’t see me as one, it means that I just have to try a little bit harder than anyone else. Yeah, life doesn’t come easy as 1, 2, 3, doesn’t it? But believe me, I’m not stopping anywhere.

Tonight

//August 29, 2009//

Caffeinated isn’t my favorite. I’d rather choose tea to become my good friend on loneliness. But tonight, I just happen to take a cup of apple juice.

It’s weird, feeling relax on my bed. But I always wait for this kind of moment. I hardly sleep without thinking about anything. And this is just a time where I should thankful for. This is just the perfect timeĀ for myself (which I just lacked of too much). A cup of apple juice, a 4 discs of America’s Next Top Model, and a warm blue blanket that I worship a lot. Oh my, this is just a perfect pairs for everything.

I just need this kind of a rest. And feeling thankful for this kind of moment, made me not want to close my eyes. I just want to enjoy this moment a whole lot more. But yeah, reality awaits by tomorrow (and it’s like 2 more minutes before tomorrow). So, let’s wrap this day, and called it ‘a nice day’.

See you on another day :)

Dearest Children

//August 28, 2009//

Today I open a book. An empty book with no one’s writting on it.

A lot of smile and a laugh. We started to drive to the road where no one knows.

Maybe you and I will continue to walk on side by side on the same pavement. Or sit together on the same bench. Talking deepest thought or trashest stuff.

We don’t know it yet. But, someday we’ll know.

Dearest children, hope that we’ll write on that book together. Then, let’s pray that we’ll grow up together. Having fun. To eternity.

Selamat datang, Cakru 2009.

 

Gelap. Sunyi. What a perfect couple for a shattered heart.

//August 21, 2009//

Saya mudah tertidur kalau naik kendaraan. Apalagi naik travel. Saya pasti langsung jatuh tidur sesaat setelah naik travel.

Malam ini, aneh. Malam ini, mata saya tak kunjung menutup. Mungkin karena lelah. Atau karena air mata ini tak juga habis.

Kanan, kiri. Gelap.
Cahaya. Satu, dua, hilang.
Lalu gelap lagi.
Lampu-lampu mobil mulai terlihat. Mungkin jalan jadi terlihat lebih terang. Tapi buat saya, malam itu tetap gelap.

Lagu sendu mendayu-dayu diputar di radio. Tapi buat saya, malam itu sangat sunyi.

Saya masih hancur.
Sekarang hampir tak bersisa.

 

Entah Keberapa Kali

//August 21, 2009//

Tangis ini bukan karena disakiti.
Tapi karena menyakiti.

Mungkin saya orang paling lemah sedunia, karena saya mudah sekali menangis hari ini.

Saya menyebut nama Ibu berkali-kali, padahal ini semua tidak ada hubungannya dengan keluarga saya. Saya menyebut nama yang paling saya ingat, yang paling saya sayang, tempat saya berkeluh kesah di pagi itu.
Tapi malam ini, tangis itu tetap jatuh tak henti-henti.

Saya sayang dia dan mereka.

Saya teriris-iris ketika saya tahu dia marah.

Saya bukan orang paling pintar sedunia, sehingga saya tahu semua maksud hati orang.
Saya hanya pandai memperhatikan orang lain, tanpa pernah tahu bagaimana cara memperhatikan diri sendiri.
Saya ingin dia, mereka, bahagia. Karena hal itu saja membuat saya bahagia.

Tidakkah kalian tahu, bahwa saya sayang kalian, melebihi diri saya sendiri?
Tidak perlu tahupun tidak mengapa.

Maaf.

Saya hanya bisa menyebut kata itu.
Saya hancur.