Wanna run away?

Somewhere;

Where people don't know us...

Where we have nothing but each other...

Where we can stare at the sky and then into our eyes,

Without having the fear

That someone's watching us.

Where we can finally breathe.

Where we can dance to the beats

That make our hearts deep.

Do things

That make us feel alive.

You write about this world and I will write about what makes you mine.

All you have to do,

Is hold my hand,

Look into my eyes,

And trust me once.

I can show you,

Why do I feel belonging to a moment when it's long gone?

Why do people I should've loved and kept by me have now moved on?

I don't know that face that stares back at me in the mirror,

She's far too changed for me to feel at home with her.

I hold it all in, I try to hide what I feel,

Feelings are not my cup, right, that's my whole deal?

Then why am I hear on a perfectly fine Sunday evening,

Broken on a mattress, spilling my pain like there's no meaning?

But is there, really? I ask you, was it all worth it,

Giving my all to each I met, to feel like I just wasn't made to fit?

What am I doing with my life, they ask, you know I don't really have a clue,

Getting by each day praying the next will be too good to be true.

Wasted potential, oh what a shame, that sad old sharp girl,

Could've been so much, but look at the pathetic mess, laugh as she will cry and twirl.

I feel like I should end it, but I am such a coward,

Applause for those that saw this coming,

thumbs down to those that still look forward.

Can't blame it on nobody or nothing, it was me all along,

But why does starting over and a second chance just sound possible in a happy song?

“The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.

The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.”

~ The Ocean; Nathaniel Hawthorne

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I love this poem and it made me think of you, oh great Corvid of the ocean. I hope you like it x

Hope is the only color in my pallete right now.

Ingat saja..

Yang ini, tolong diingat

Menjelekkan orang, mengutuknya hingga membuat seseorang terlihat bodoh adalah tindakan pembunuhan karakter yang berarti sebuah kriminal.

Tidak apa, kan anda sedang diatas kursi, sedang dalam kursi empuk.

Enak ya kursinya, empuk ya?

Tapi bukankah empuknya kursimu ditopang kayu, bisa rapuh lho itu, bisa jadi patah.

Sekarang masih kokoh kok, belum patah. Nikmatin saja empuknya kursimu.

Eh tapi kok gak patah ya? Ya gpp kalo gak patah berarti kursi anda hebat,

Eh tapi kan.. itu kursi pinjaman.. bisa diambil kapan saja kan.

Trus anda duduk pakai apa? Masak lesehan? Masak di lantai? Nah kan kita jadi setara..

Kasian bajumu kotor.. .mau kah ku bantu bersihkan? Tapi pasti anda menolak, kan aku bodoh, tak berpendidikan tak berkelas.

Jadi, bisakah anda melakukan semua sendiri? Tanpa bantuan orang strata bawah, orang yg pendidikannya dibawah anda.

we looked

but did we look further?

Did we see whatever we had to see?

I saw you, I noticed you

was your view clear like mine or was it blurry?