the only time i could ever feel lonely in an overcrowded room.
A bit like the needle of a thread.
In and out he goes.
Hanya dua gelas kopi yang menjadi saksi.
Going down that lane was like walking through a cold winter’s day with the scarf wrapped a little too tight around my neck.
I sometimes look back at those memories as if I were on a cable car, the ones in Canada above the snow-topped mountains. I could never really be sure of what to make of it. I could only sit down and indifferently observe.
She was the darling star that danced in his eyes,
A rapture of innocence too divine.
For such a flower, I’d give her the world,
So one day he gave her his eyes.
But what he felt was a trembling hand,
No trace of a smile, no crease at the eyes.
“The horror, the terror, the monstrosity of it all!” she cried,
“Take them back, my love. I’d rather be blind.”