Thoughts Are Not Just A Thought

Things that I like to do with you: ...having some deep shit conversation. All day. All Night. Whether it's about something that really unneccessary like, maybe about, how cool stranger things series are, how weird people disgusted by dust despite dust are literally everywhere, how scientist and researcher could get a hypotheses about big bang and black hole , how cool Aristotle is, why there's mean people in this world, what is the meaning of love, what's your favorite pasta, how beautiful moon is but when you see very clearly it isn't beautiful at all, how human brain works, how interesting sci-fi are, what is life, what's your favorite song to listen when you're on the road, how amazing time-travel theory is, or maybe just talk about how much calories in your daily ice cream could take. You know, I really like those things. Maybe it sounds really-really weird to you. But to be very honest, I would do that things with you. Like in million ti...

"If cactus were a girl,  she would be an introvert one. She hides herself behind its thorn without anyone knowing,  who she actually is; what she actually likes. She may looks tough outside,  but we might never knew what's really inside her. Maybe she's fragile  and had a soft heart;  cheerful and bright.  Or maybe she had something dark inside.  You'll never know what she's trying to hide from you;  what she's trying to show you.  Deep down there.  She's a secret." 12:29 p.m.

Tuhan, aku ingin sekali menyelesaikannya. Ingin, ingin sekali Tuhan. Tapi terlanjur nyaman. T ersadarlah aku ; Tercemaslah sudah. Tertundalah. Esoknya, lusanya, seterusnya... 12.45 a.m 07 Dec 2017

Kala itu, aku mengenang Asap tebal yang menampar wajah, mengawali hari Suara bising keramaian bersenandung menyambut kerasnya kota Anak kecil yang tersenyum pada sesamanya Seolah memberi semangat untuk melewati hari ini. Aku kembali dalam rutinitas Diinginkan namun tak menginginkan Berusaha namun tak diusahakan Terpaksa namun tak dipaksakan Terbayang suasana membawaku pada nostalgia Aku merindukannya Segala upaya namun tetap tersiksa Berjuang, menahan segala rasa keluh kesah Dinginnya angin meniup, gelap jalan ku susuri sisi kota Bulan terang menutup hari dengan indah Aku kembali, dan meninggalkan segala isinya Jakarta, sebuah kota yang mungkin akan dirindukan Mungkin bisingnya, mungkin asap tebalnya Mungkin keramaiannya, mungkin gedung pencakarnya Tidak. Aku sudah bertekad Lupakan. Ya, lupakan Jakarta. 12:17 a.m 06 Dec 2017