My precious pain, my poor luck..

my heart stop breathing. how can i get these feelings?

immune, secure, living in imaginary land..

where people are wearing the same suit, same color, same attitude..

"there you go!", "where are you going?:, some of that chit chat..

church, mosque, temple, and a lonely sit at the beach..

we never see nothing if you didn't see nothing..

committing to a fraud of hope for false alarms..

Street Spirit

Maybe this isn’t real. Maybe this is just a flowing thought in the air.

The sweet melody in my ear, the smell of acoustic guitar, and the quiet.

I could just stay here forever, in my own world

Don’t have nothing to say, don’t need anything to be said. 

BLA BLA BLA

SHUT THE FCUK UP !!!

Rest in Peace Mr. Salinger, You are still one of my greatest influences.

“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.”

- J.D Salinger -

" i can't forget how it happened..", said a guy with a beard.

" why can't you let it go? ", the other got curious.

" is there such thing like a nice getaway? is there any better way? ".

The guy with a beard ties the rope on his neck and jump....

When you wake up, everything is nothing

You won't see the building and the flowers

You won't see me as a failure,

Everything would be nothing when you woke up..

Bhinneka Tunggal Ika

 It's been almost a decade, something's been bothering my mind.

They looked, they searched, and they wondered what was what..

-Democracy, Riot, Unstable Situation, Reformation..

"Freedom", that was the purpose, that was the deal

Failure method that promising us to get through these dark tunnels..

Why we have to wait? why we have to nod when we want to disagree?-

 

Don't bother about corruption, collusion, or nepotism

If it would drive this nation into glory, so be it..

This Republic once a filthy land anyway,

Freedom is not something we ask, it's something we have to forced,

We once a farmer and we will remain it inside..