Mr. Stranger

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I know I’m creepy, sorry 😦

You and I have got alot in common

We share all the same problems

Luck, love and life aren’t on our side

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Hey Mr. stranger,

Ever since the first time I met you, love works in an elusive way. Not that it is ever clear-sighted either in my eyes before our first encounter at the train (I remember still you wore a brown jamper at that day, you looked so tall and so skinny ^^, it was casual but it didn’t make you any less charming). You asked for the guy sitting next to me whether or not he wanted to shift his seat, so you would be in the middle and right beside me ^^ (you were so firm and cool in asking the guy, I like it :)). You had no idea, I looked at your diretion several times along the way (not several times, if I’m allowed to exagerrate, it was for indifinite counting). I secretly observed your ever so solemn dispotition, you closed your eyes, while listening to the music in your phone (even in that state, you looked so efforlessly cool in my eyes, there was just something in the way you carried yourself, your vibe spoke loud somehing legit in you, something enigmatic. It was something that I couldn’t understand still, but it is what makes you different among any other guys I know of so far. That you are a person of strong characters). I tried to play it cool, at that day, to look at your direction was secretly my favorite turning.

My dear stranger,

It was on 18th of July 2016, our very first bump into each other. And not until 2 hours before you left the train, we finally made a conversation, it was about ‘artificial vaccine’ (And I know then that you are a medical student in one of University in Solo). And not until 30 minutes before you left, I had an urge to ask for your number and your name. I remember how you spelled your name in softly speaking manner, it turned out, the guy’s name baside me was ‘Andra’, it was pure my intention for the sake of further exchanging thoughts, I didn’t know at the time what moved me. You were in a brief asked me whether or no I knew the authors you mentioned since I was a literature student, and to let you know, I had no idea at that time about one of the name. Not long after you left the train, just when I was about to text you for a friendly ‘hi’, you poked me first for an asking (When would I come back to Depok and have another talk about New Order Era ^^, because that was the last topic we brought in conversation.)

28h of July 2016 was then our very first meeting outside. It was you who arranged the meeting at Tjikini Cafe. I was two hours earlier but I was glad I chose to wait for you instead of leaving the place before then came with a friendly waving from outside the cafe with one of record label shirt in dark color. But you looked cool still, you nailed the shirt. And that as well, you shared me your dreams, your problems and your outlooks. And we somewhat shared the same problem at that time. And it was just my luck for slipping up ever since then.

And it was your outlooks what left me distingushed impression.

It didn’t stop this just like that…

It went on

And it goes on

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I’m starting to fall in love

Its getting too much

Its not often that I slip up

It’s just my luck

 

The Thread of Life Seeker

​93 million miles from the Sun, people get ready get ready,
’cause here it comes it’s a light, a beautiful light, over the horizon into our eyes

Sandra wandered long the broken road; tired sometimes but always found ways to get the spirit ignited. She once lost and tossed and then crashed hard. But she moved past failures and gave another chance over; even when it meant starting over, yet again and again.

Life is about finding a home, a place or a thing that makes you feel like coming back anytime, and I’m finding it by traveling from one country to another. Simply, to find ‘my home’ .” Keenan was stark overwhelming by the wishful possibility of his future invention; of a ‘home’ in its purest possible definition, in its most essence. Sandra made pause and gave moment a silence to reenact her own of the same concern. She moved aside her strawberry cake in exchange of her giving a serious attention to the figure in front of him; and it was shown vividly by her transparent made form wrinkled on her forehead. Not until she realized a few minutes later the book in her grasp ‘ Are you living or existing’ by Kimanzi Constable gave her a mental burst.

She made firm contact with him before she was ready with her utterance, ” Here, Keenan, hear. At least if you do it right, you will love where you are .” Keenan gave a chance to the words to seep in his mind, “ If you do it right… ”

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Every road is a slippery slope

There is always a hand that you can hold on to.

Looking deeper through the telescope

You can see that your home’s inside of you

Happy 28th!

 

masling

You’re Never Alone – Rick Price

I’ve got a picture hanging on the wall
It’s hard to believe you were ever that small
Now you’ve got bigger ideas, greater ambitions
Higher to reach but further to fall

It used to be you needed me
But, now you’ve grown so tall and strong
Now you’re on your own

But when the walls of your world come tumbling down
When your heart starts breaking
And there’s no one around
Just look over your shoulder
Wherever you roam
Remember, you’re never alone

You can love without limit
From deep in your soul
If you keep a young heart, son
You will never grow old
You can fly to the moon
As high as it seems

But you can crash to the ground
On the wings of your dreams
But you will see there will be
Times when you feel ten feet tall
Times you have it all
I can’t stop you from living
I can’t blame you for trying
I can’t stop you from loving
Can’t keep you from crying

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Happy 28th, Mas Lingga, again, how’s heaven? 🙂
That’s one of your favorite song, now become mine as well. Thank you for being a good role model for your brother and sister. I remember you once so patiently taught us English –and now, we both grow used to it, it’s because of you, thank you.
I love you, that’s a simple sentence I sadly never once got a chance to say it directly to you, but I love you, WE love you! Let me know, how’s heaven, okay? *in my dream*