Hop - a - lop!
Hop - a - lop!

On a mushroom top,
the bunny lands with a-plop!

Leaps, oh it leaps
Sending leaves flying in heaps

Leaves, oh it leaves
Ignoring so many pleas

Down down down it goes
Along where the river flows
Where boats sits in rows
And I stand in tiptoes

how colorful

How colorful it is
to wake up and
listen to your own breath
watch the sunlight
between your fingers

press your cheek to
the cold windowsill
and smell the fog
as dawn takes off
and another day begins

Dear Spade,
I took a walk this morning. Not too far, just a stroll along the riverbank across my home. Dawn was breaking on me, and the sky was colorfully painted in shades of red and blue.
I took my sweet time and rediscovered a lot of things.
It took me too long to realize that my neighbor in the far east of the street had such pretty and lush roofgarden, with pretty sunflowers. And that just behind the houses, you can see the school building very clearly from across the river--you can even wave to the students, if there were any.
Some birds greeted me on the way, flying around so energetically--when I realized that they were actually little bats. I wonder where their home were, and if they liked early mornings, too.
I noticed my shallow breath, and fast pace. I slowed down, just like you would, on walks like this. Took as much precious oxygen into my lungs and waste them away. You're right, I have to slow down. You won't need to match my pace, no need to get tired out. Not you, not anyone, not even me. So that I can take on everything as they were, face them bravely, give back what is deserved.

A nice morning in a messy downtown. They need not talk to me, need not understand me. I'm already at home.

They just need to exist.

You just need to exist.

(Thank you)

a hundred versions of the same poem
a thousand emotions compressed
a threat of incredulous explosions
a mess of tangled yarn in twelve colors

you
are a piece of work, my dear

Lagi

Lagi.

Terjadi lagi.

Aku merasa bodoh, lagi.

Aku masih sebodoh ini ternyata. Kukira aku sudah berubah. Sudah berganti strategi. Lebih berani. Lebih membuka mata.

Tapi akhirnya...

...sekali lagi, aku membiarkan tugu itu roboh,

menoleh sepersekian detik terlalu lambat.


Tugu kartu,

serapuh debu.

Kumpulan kartu as-ku

juga tak mampu.


Salah lagi, ya?

Maukah kau berdiri lagi?

Bolehkah kubantu dirimu, merangkai kembali struktur segitigamu?

Maukah kamu?

--ya, kali ini demi aku. Se egois itu.

(jangan biarkan aku gila di bawah tumpukan kartu)

I've been off for too long; I need to post something here~

So...what is it. Hmmmmnn.......

Shall I post some of my creative works to light up the feed?