The space that I can call mine.. is so small that my ideas have
become small. I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are
sketches for sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against
the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space.. Every day the
ideas come more reluctantly, as though they know I will starve them and stunt
their growth. | Audrey
Niffenegger, The
Time Traveler's Wife
Minggu, 20 Mei 2012
hello-goodbye (1)
Speak to me a lazy word of Tuesday midnight
after a fast tiring Monday
In light speed, you cannot talk to yourself
you cannot even breathe and take a look around
All walks fast,time flies
Even hello-goodbye is more than enough
You are chasing the time
I am standing still
I am waiting here
For a moment, for a while
For another 'hello'
Before another ‘goodbye’
26/4/2011 | 00:17
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Sabtu, 19 Mei 2012
anda
Cinta itu
mungkin dalam setiap ketidakmungkinan
Bahwa
selalu ada yang istimewa, dalam setiap alibi 'teman biasa'
Bahwa
cemburu kadang buta,
dan hal terakhir yang akan kamu dengar
adalah
logika
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