Page 318: Hiatus

It's time to take a break. 

Find bliss in ignorance.

It's time to listen to 

the voice inside of you 

and the beautiful elusive sounds the nature made.

“Detach. Detach. Detach.”

they whispered.

“From the thoughts of fate and luck.

From the noise from mouths of others.

From ache. From ache.”

they whispered.

Jakarta, 09.07.2016

Amazing artwork by Elicia Adijanto

Page 270: The Mirth

Sweet words and memories can be very deceiving, she thought, when she walked through the rain that night. For their existences are built on how we perceive things; on how we put so many filters in front of the fact; on how we give meaning to things that probably meaningless, based on our own expectations; on how we nurture hopes.

Specious excuses. The mirth we chose to keep.

Page 207: These are not My Words

It feels good when you suddenly hear some good words. Since my last post, I found some sentences that I considered as nice, wise even. Not all of them have connection with what I felt at that moment, or directly dedicated to me, but somehow they’re stuck in my head lately.