Botol Kaca "Kompleks"

the waving trampled grass ( curiousity of a frilly dream watcher  )   I wonder why, the grass is still smiling under the light of a changed climate, under a parade of ground shaking lifeless steps… But maybe, instead of asking why, I guess it is a better proposal to ask how. When a wind from a far away land came through the echoing empty valley of sleeping giants, then flowed to wipe lonely cheeks and stroke crooked hair in such a gentle and assuring manner, I can never resist the invitation to reminisce, to hold my breath, to lure receptive sensors, to the named and known days… But, as a warning to myself, It will either display the sad or the happier others, but neither are better. Sad shows are as what they are, in their own meaning. But, the happier others are in a different realm, they are not themselves or what they are meant to be in the first place, they would only be either sad or more and that is because, they turn to be what I miss, not cherish. Which then ma...

Konbini Dream コンビニドリーム This afternoon, I decided to take a walk outside my house, not just to buy my deodorant, vaseline, hair vitamin, but also just because I feel like I could use this time to get out of this not too clear environment in my house, there's too much screaming, anger and impatience, so I just need too clear my head. Then I take a walk, with a spotify playlist ready to play that I made purposefully for this walk in the afternoon occasion. I took the less crowded street, because it makes me nervous to walk pass by people, I'd rather walk beside a road with loud transportational noises (and you know, I hate loud noises). So, just like the usual walk, i enjoy gratifully the sky and the greenery, not minding the busy road. I enter this convinience store that smells so bad at the entrance (for some unknown reason, not that I want to know), i pick the things, counting back the prices to make sure that I have an enough amount of money to pay, then I go to the register, ...

shore and sea, meet me here (an epitome of a well fed hollow) I'd feel the sadness of the sea, unable to hold onto shore Only with the breeze, it got to the front door I'd fill what the sea might feel in a reel, 'cause it's all the same for me, a ruthless bore I've adapted to a world where feel is not something to peel, a relentless torture and more So, I keep going with what I've known to be right, must, just, in its truthfullness A tremble, by and by became too much, it's the overflowing sea inside howling in search, for a shore it's trying to reach, tearing crust in utter trance An ease of heart emerge, "Is this the chateau where I'd invite myself for eternal slumber?", it dwells in resonance The remark left with a reverberating return, put me in a churning, haunting, agitation, "The world will eventually fold itself to an answer, yet the question still echoes within", from one of the world still standing beautifully romanticis...

drown me in the basking green (a thought of the other end) By and by, the glass filled with dye Of what color you might ask, of course in green i bask The transluscent glass, and the illuminating colors of green It is like the grass, charming and serene Oh, hesitance came, from the process of thinking and forecasting As the thought run through, i shake in fear and uncertainty, breathe in anxiety,  for I know it is somewhat unknown, the other end which collects back the loan This cocoon of mine, yet to tear, is shaken for the foolish act about to transpire Is this what i really want? Well, for that subject there is none, but for the heart to yearn free, free from what you might ask. Free from the horrendous forlorn travel, the uncertainty of what might unravel, the lost uncompleted chapters of cradle, the devastating tale of a high time dreamer who lost her wonders and the reason to regain strength for another page even just to idle. She is lost, for she hasn't view nothing but the ...

    water meet me, a heart yearn free (an 8 a.m. dream)      Everyday after i wake up, i do morning rituals, open my room window, water my beautiful loyal plants, go to the screen to watch videos in youtube or play a playlist in spotify as a starter for a possible good day, eat breakfast but not too full, then I'd kill myself, hundreds of times, in the head I mess and now is messed.      I'd walk myself to my campus's lake, feel the grass and cold wind as I walk stroking my weak hopeless skin, as i arrive on the edge, I wait for five minutes. I was waiting for the song to stop playing. Then, I leave my phone, earphone, shoes on the hard rock I'm standing on, then jump.      I'd always enchant these words, "it's okay, it's okay, it's not scary, it's just water, it will be suffocating, it will hurt but not as much as what you've been enduring since five, it's not scary, it's just water, you want to die anyway" and ends with "...

Mengapa, rasa membuat seseorang dianggap 'lemah' ketika bersamanya? Mengapa, rasa sering ditutup dan dibungkam? Mengapa, rasa sering dianggap tidak nyata?