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Do you remember
Everything is just somber
Wonder to wander
there is no other version of this story
Well, at least we talked
There's never been I and you
Unattainable
The wind stop dancing
Keep moving and wandering
Or adjust the sail
Is it
Knowing the answer
Prolly not the best option
It's the only thing
Just like white paper
Full of scribbles and some drafts
It's filled with white ink
Are we thinking about the same things?
Space and time?
Well, it's kinda bothering, ain't it?
So, what do you think?
Bottle of water
It's never been this bitter
Smile's just a cover
Only the past day
Pouring through dusty blue air
Wash away some thought
Hari ini melihat kenyataan bahwa ya kebanyakan orang punya kewenangan atas diri mereka sendiri. Mereka berhak untuk bersama dan membersamai siapa pun. Hal ini tidak menjadi kewajiban masing-masing dari mereka; berkabar, miliki hal sama–
Sekali lagi, menelusur jalur kabur. Sekali lagi, merunut langkah tuk berlanjut. Sekali lagi, diri ini.
Wewara Selasa
Mari bercerita, mengenai Selasa. Kembalinya ceria dalam raut mukanya, yang hanya bisa diterka. Mengenai Selasa, kembali bergairah menghadapinya mengingat hanya berupa sedikit tatap muka. Saat rehat menjadi bagian menyenangkan, menyesuaikan mata, mendengar ingar bingar butiran. Lima puluh dua, juga sembilan puluh enam, tersisa seratus empat pada ambang batas gula. Mereka rencana, yang ternyata sia-sia, hampir lupa melawan sang maha penentu semua. Bukannya kita hanya bisa berdoa? Hanya berusaha, berupaya, sebisanya, sekuatnya. Menyeka wajah, kembali berharap, selamat bertemu dengan lain Selasa.
Would it be like before?
Always?
The struggle is real
The struggle is real