When people asked why, i could only answer ‘i don’t know’ then they would come up with kind of ideas ‘why’ until they realized something. That something was that they should have not asked ‘why’ to me from the first time.
Then they would give up, and found the other answer to that damn question, not actually that kind of answer which anwered the question, but the one with cheerful words in it, faking smile and said it would be all okay, and i didn’t have to worry at all, because everything would come in the right time in the right place, kind of bullshit words in form of flowery and smiley face. They would never understand my ‘why’ . I hate that they tried to understand the ‘why’. I hate pity the most, to the moon and back.
How I Would Paint Happiness
Something sudden, a windfall,
a meteor shower. No—
a flowering tree releasing
all its blossoms at once,
and the one standing beneath it
unexpectedly robed in bloom,
transformed into a stranger
too beautiful to touch.
"I know" is a very defensive sentence. You exclaim it harshly so you can protect whatever it is you’re clinging to deep inside your heart. When someone pointed out the truth beneath the surface and you feel like you’re going around naked. Because truth is always a naked body – it’s so ugly you…
Aku berpesan padamu: rayakanlah waktu luangmu. Rayakanlah dan nikmatilah bersama apa-apa saja yang membuatmu bahagia, mengembalikan semangatmu yang sempat tercuri oleh segala kesibukan.
Kedamaian itu mahal. Tapi tenang saja, kau bisa mendapatkannya.
Sempatkanlah untuk duduk di sebelah orang…