Mereka bersinar

Aku hanya tertarik
melihat mataku
ketika mereka memandangmu
dan tenggelam di dalamnya
mencari sesuatu
entah apa
tak beralasan

hanya terdiam
memperhatikan

mataku bersinar
bukan seperti laser
tapi mereka bercahaya
seperti pantulan sinar
matahari di sungai

mereka rindu
letih sendu
menginginkanmu

Insanity or a joke?

I'm capturing my self
as a happy imaginary child
who is always live in her own fantasy
and sunk...
there's no way out
Immersed in the beauty of fantasy scenarios of live
which probably wouldn't happen

I'm capturing my self
as a gorgeous model
who is always act like a pro
but just in the front on the mirror
just swank, feel like 10 feet tall from the ground...
but then I realized, I'm just 5 feet tall
what am I kidding?

I'm capturing my self
as a duff
I am my only duff
I am a duff of my self

look, I am a best friend of my self
I love talking to my self
looking into the mirror doing a crazy things
and laughs...
well okay, my mirror is my 2nd best friend.
like "hey look! who's that pretty lil lady standing in front of you? yeah it's you!"
I am me who only one can tell........
I even tell my self to listen carefully.

This is insane
how I look at myself

My life is just about expecting things,
wondering whats going on next,
what a bad thing can happen and mostly joke.
yes. a joke.

My August routine

I woke up at 10 pm

Sleep at 10 am

Doing nothing

Just watching the same movies

Enjoying my free time

But not that enjoying much

I sleep again while I can

I never leave the bed

I eat what I should eat

Starving every 10 minutes

I’m enjoying my room

Enjoying the music

Playing the same chord guitar

Playing the same favorite song

I have much free time

I’m off duty

Moms mad at me

I came home late

Because I’m watching a gigs with my friend by yesterday

She left me a letter while I’m taking a bath at 1.30 am

“I don’t care anymore” she said

“you’re free now” she said

She ignores me

She act like I doesn’t exist

Oh, what a great day

I have no text

I have no credits

I have no money either

Nor a boyfriend

Oh, such a random thoughts on my head

Him.

That motherf*cker.

what a tool..

the august almost over

its almost over