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“Hey, I saw your feather on the back of my house yesterday” “I saw it beneath the cloud of Red Planet” “Ah, I forgot to tell you, that I saw yours either on the Blue Country” I lost in silence for a while, I knew what their were thinking. “I bet you had flight a lot with those wings” “I bet you had met a lot of people, angel, demons, and alien?” Perhaps. Demons. Sometimes I wonder, how lucky they are. They know exactly who they are, they know exactly what they want, and where they belong to. Hell. Lucky as hell. How about me? Who am I? Where do I belong to? I love to fly, but then I stuck into it. One morning, I flied beside a red light to one castil, playing around with the kids. Afterward I flied away beside a yellow light to a farm, rolled in the mud, playing along with cows, pigs, and chickens. When the sun lost his light, and the moon raised up her elegant atmosphere through her grace visible radiation, another part of the world called me. I wore the most favorabl

Hey kamu yang sedang terluka! Mengapa kau menutupinya? Malam itu kau teteskan air mata tulusmu. Kukira kau hendak tunjukkan luka itu. Tapi tidak. Kau menunjukkanku sebuah luka indah yang baru saja kau bangun sendiri. Setiap lekukan, pondasi, lorong, hingga atap kau bangun dengan sedemikian apiknya. Sangat apik hingga ku terlarut dan teresap dalam pedih itu. Kutawarkan panasea, kau kata tak ada gunanya. Hingga mataku terbuka dan tersadar bahwa luka yang baru kau bangun merupakan simbol perkenalan untukku. Sebuah mahakarya yang perih. Terasa begitu nyata hingga setiap goresannya terukir di tubuhku. Pantaskah kumarah karena kau gambarkan sebuah lukisan penderitaan di tubuh jiwaku? Atau kuharus berterima kasih atas keindahan ukiran pedih yang kelak akan menjadi nikmat kau kata. Semakin lama semakin hilang kemampuanku dalam mengendalikan kesadaran, hingga Getaran suaraku tak mampu lari dari tenggorokanku. Mataku tak mampu menangkap kilauan cahaya maupun warna lagi. Telingak

Kusapu  debu dan cipratan air keruh dari sayapku. Kusisir secara perlahan dan lebut. Kurapihkan dan kuperbaiki bagian-bagian yang terkoyak. Sudah saatnya bagiku tuk terjun kembali ke tanahku. Peluk hangat dan kecupan sudah menungguku. Tidak sekedar itu, kesengsaraan yang terbelenggu dalam bosan juga sudah duduk manis menantiku dikejauhan sana. Namun, dimanakah saya berpijak sekarang? Suatu ruang yang dahulu kukira nirwana, tapi bukan. Kata mereka ini negeri dongeng, dimana garis-garis waktu dapat kita lengkungkan, dapat kita tarik, atau bahkan putuskan. Pembohong mereka, aku terjebak dalam jeruji garis-garis waktu. Kata mereka ini negeri impian, lantas apakah para penghuni dapat menghidupkan dan membangun istana ilusi impian mereka? Tidak, mereka terjebak dalam dinding-dinding ruang ini sampai lupa bentuk dari istana impian mereka. Aku berpijak di ruang sejuk yang dipenuhi bunga-bunga, dan tanaman musim semi yang bermekaran, dihiasi oleh pelangi-pelangi yang jatuh dari lan

This morning, I'm travelling on my own. Turning off my internet connection. Dragging off myself for a second from an illusion world. Watching how the tear falls from the sky fearlessly behind the window of the bus. Smelling a random combination of parfume, smoke of cigarrete, spill of a coke, and a gum. Listening  and drowning myself to the Beatles is Norwegian Wood for times. And wondering how lucky am I to still had a chance to breath in this little moment.

“You have changed” “You’re not the same person I used to know” “Now you’re just somebody that I used to know” Those lines that we used to hear in each critical conflict between couple, bestfriend, or I should said in a dramatical situation. Sometimes, change could be a big challenge, that you have to sacrifice something important in your life, saying yes to one thing that means no to many things, standing on the different perspective of your life. If we looked into how a person that totally out of shape of his body could turned into a deadly strong and shaped one. How? Sacrifice. He sacrifice his time, fatigue, he conquered himself to be a better one. He believed that you don’t have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great. He believed in progress, that everything has a process. The more he trained, the bigger progressed he will received. Train makes progress, progress makes perfect. The more you open your mind, the more often you change your perspecti