An introvert who is desperately in love with music, photography, culture, stories, outer space and anything that could be considered as art. Been cursed and blessed by the thing I believe it's called Rhotacism. Thought I was lost when I found myself studying in the faculty of literature and culture. Glad enough to grow up in South Jakarta, Indonesia.
Find me in other galaxies:
"even if I were to possess all knowledge, without love, I would be nothing, is not simply that with love, I am “something.” For in love, I also am nothing, … a Nothing humbly aware of itself, … made rich through the very awareness of its lack."
"I fear that if I let go of you, I will collapse into myself, like a dying star. It took me ten years to realize that all stars aren’t the same. And it will take me a lifetime to realise that the same such easy conclusions cannot be made about people."
I haven’t felt so alive for so long. It was windy, I could smell the rain coming. The bus I took had a gap in its door, cold air rushed in. As I stared into nothingness, peeking through the gap and the wide window in which the trees and sky welcomed the eyes that wonder up, I imagined if a friend were still alive. I wished the people I care about just be there to feel what I was feeling. I hope everyone can see it, the life at the current moment they value their existence. Maybe it was because I had a good laugh with some good friends today. ‘Cause I’ve been thinking of the unknown future and it really is bothering. Then the world gave me its beauty, as present, at present. This picture doesn’t and can’t illustrate it, this wasn’t even taken today. And this words might not describe it better, but they demand to be spoken.
♪ Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream ♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream ♪ Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream ♪ Verily, verily, verily, verily, life is down the drain ♪