Thought via Path
Sometimes we are going to hurt each other so bad
So bad you feel defeated, wrecked, exhausted
So bad you constantly check the door in front of you, to see if the space is clear and available to start over
So bad you wish to spare a little more strength to forgive – Read on Path.
Thought via Path
So you found your good friend. Lying on the cracked pavement.
Her eyes are, hollow.
Her limbs, crooked and broken.
Her mouth, blood-dripped
Her eyes, wide-open
You knew her
She had never missed a smile in her life
She sat in front of you and passed you all the answers for exams
Whose notes you used to borrow with handwritting you remembered so well
Cuz they were just like computerized block-letters
You would not copy from anyone else’s but hers
So, you heard she did fine after school
Made it through graduation
Secured a job
She did fine after all
But you wondered
why is she laying in front of you,
Lifeless and suicidal
Like the world had failed to understand
All her thoughts had never been so unsafe
Turns out she had a plan to bury them all
In good time
You just could not guess
When one’s lips were too timid to say she was too tired of many excuses
To say that she was a lost believer in faith
Too late for a rescue – Read on Path.
I am currently jobless and I do this by choice, more so as an act of self-respecting my body and mind as they deserve the much needed rest. Respecting myself of what I have accomplished and that of course is finishing my thesis (with the mouthful title of Living Together in a Religious…
Me and Rara will be going to the Krishnamurti Vipassana meditation retreat from the 15-17 August 2014 in Bogor, West Java. The retreat costs about Rp.100.000 ($10) including food (breakfast and lunch, there are no dinners in this meditation retreat) and accommodation. The retreat will start on…
Vain // Vanity
Do we need to kiss?
Do I need to taste the suppleness of your lips to be convinced of your absolute presence
While I look much better in cinerama and vintage filter
She looks pretty in shoulder-length haircut and rose-tinted lips in every frame
It starts to drive me crazy
Out of the things he has said
She was the woman who never claimed her beauty
Hence it drifted like an empty bottle before strayed on someone else’s rough lips and quick-handed scan
She was the woman who never believed in simple vanity
Just because the bacne grew since she was 10
And all the ugliest name calls that shoved her ears to bleed
She bred jealousy instead of taking pride
It took her 12 more years to forgive her skin, height and all masses