a 1 & a 3

petang yang hujan
pukul tujuh malam
dengan lampu biru berpancarkan kuning benderang
among the stillness of silence
something beats and drums
encompassing the white pale walls
protecting any harms which may be fallen unto you.

I’m not sure what this could mean, but …
I’m waiting for that final moment.

Have we ever been here in before?
I was the object, something considered as a breakthrough in history. Then it’s not history anymore.

Maybe you’re my next best thing to happen,
all the things we might have been.

Apakah semu yang selama ini mengungkung?
Apakah aku terjerumus menuju alunan sendu yang tak hanya pada romansa melainkan pada satu bentuk yang … shunned?
Wasted? Not preferred? Left-side? Kurawa?
Drifted apart. Things taken for granted. For the sake of fake!
A wounded heart. Good intentions you had many.
How do we begin?

I’ve come too close to happiness, to have it swept away.