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Quiet Star Series: An Epilogue.
The train going north The train left the city just after dawn, cutting through mist and silence. Outside, the sky was washed in pale gold, the kind of light that made the world look half-dreaming. She found her seat by the window, tucked her bag beneath the chair, and exhaled. When the conductor announced the next stop, she looked up and saw him. He moved the same way he always had, precise but…
ini Aku.
Banyak hal yang berusaha menjatuhkanku,tapi aku harus tetap bisa bangkit kembali. Aku akan tunjukkan pada dunia,bahwa aku bukanlah manusia yang mudah di dera.Aku bukanlah sasaran yang mudah dilumpuhkan. Meski kali ini pukulan yang kuterima cukup keras..Aku bahkan terguling dan tak mampu berteriak mencari pertolongan…ah, bukannya tak mampu,tapi aku tak mau.Aku terlalu malu,martabatku menghalangi…
Luka ini perih sekali
Jalan ini sunyi. Aku bahkan tak tahu lagi apa yang membuatku tetap bangun dan bernapas di pagi hari. Tetapi aku juga takut menutup mata. Karena tiap kelopak ini menutup, bukan ketenangan yang menghampiri, hanya ada bayangan yang mengerikan. Tidak pernah terbayangkan akan mengalami hal pahit ini. Sakit dan perih sekali rasanya hati ini. No words could describe how deep this wound, yet I have…
steps forward,,
Below is my speech in the second senior rover scout creativity @ UNNES, Semarpiyang (06-10th November, 2008).. hope you enjoy it and we can take tha step together,, especially for all my fellow scout friends,, Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,, Salam Pramuka! Singing,, Clapping,, Camp fire,, Those words have close meaning to Indonesian Scout Movement, even many people nowadays thought…
Drowning my seLf
How far must I go, just to find that nothing to gain how deep must i swim, just to find that I lose it all, in the end.
I name it FLAME
going through the darkness.. finding something that is really passionate.. keep running and not turning back.. running.. running.. faster.. faster.. until you find that u’ll never be there.. unless you make a fire.. flaming under your desire.. going through the blankness.. with the eyes shut and the ears hear nothing.. walking inside the path and beyond the black…
Some Lights Pass Without Promise
She still remembered the sound of his laughter — quiet, low, almost hidden, but warm enough to fill the small space between them. It wasn’t what he said that she remembered most, but how he existed in the moment: steady, calm, as if nothing in the world could rush him. He never tried to impress her, and maybe that’s why she noticed him. His calm steadied something inside her, a kind of peace she…
Chapter of a Quite Star
Some lights pass without promise, too far to touch, too near to forget. I do not chase it. I let it hum beneath my ribs, like a secret chord Heaven once allowed me to hear. Some nights, I still trace their echo in the folds of my own silence. It asked for nothing, only to exist, Not every warmth is meant for the hand, Some are meant for the soul …to remember. the way dusk keeps the last…
22 years
More than 2 decades has gone by.The hurt is still real.The longing is even bigger. Your love! is all I needYour love! is all I crave I never know how to mend this wound, nor that I want to. That’s OKAY. This scar means that you are real.That your love is realThe smell that I no longer can sniff, was realThe hug that I no longer can embrace, was real YOU were realYou ARE realYou will always…
They feel like home.
This is not the first team that I led. We were not instantly getting along on the first day. We worked things through, together. We resolved our misperception, our miscommunication, and our misunderstanding. We are never perfect, but we are fully aware of our imperfections. Sometimes — no, most of the time, we are not in agreement. We have our arguments. However, in the end, we knew that we…
Four Hearts
I’ve just realized that I’ve taken them for granted. It’s like I know that they will always have my back whenever I need them. It should not be that way. It should’ve been a two-way relationship. I woke up this morning feeling a little melancholic. I couldn’t exactly figure what is missing, but I am sure that I missed something. Waking up to a hole in my heart, that even my mind couldn’t…
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Dear you..
31 yo and depressed.
31 yo and depressed.
This is supposed to be written a week ago, but essays got in the way. *yes, Zesta.. blame the essay! :lol:
September is always a special month for me. I love the anticipation of my upcoming birthday at the end of the month. I used to hope that people care for me and send me birthday wishes at midnight. I used to be upset if I only got a few birthday greetings.
…but then, maturity bug bits me.
The…
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September 2003
On the eve of 23rd September 2003, just after dinner, you were feeling unwell and need to lay down, because of the cold and the ache in your head, you were asking for massage, because you could not feel your hands anymore, you were asking for guidance to pray, because you could not control half of your face.
On the eve of 23rd September 2003, just after you say ‘Allah’, you were unconscious, on…
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Home, for another 22 months. (at Crawford School of Public Policy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tgDLaFJm0/?igshid=15pyckeki8yt1
Self reminder. For the next two years 😬 https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tf1HnFTmY/?igshid=1gmwm5uua6aw0
A throwback to my first month at @ouranu. . Arrived in Canberra in the middle of freezing winter. . Lucky that I have these sweet girls to warm my heart ❤️ . Featuring @vionawijaya and mbak Dwi https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tfrrBFTHQ/?igshid=1crozw3l2ml2i