For A Reason

Given that you are given the life you want
     The happiness you search for
          The people you dream of
               Would you be utterly thankful,
                      Or would you want more?

Thing you should be sure of is that you wouldn't learn as much as you are in this life
We are given and should give for a reason.

Top Fifteen On My Playlist

Hiyaaa Assalamualaikum kawan!
Udah lama banget gak ngemengin lagu ya. Lagian gak ada yang baca juga sih, percuma. Tapi gak apa-apa deh, pengen share yang lagi seneng didengerin :D


15. Nova & The Experience - Dragonflies and Waterfalls

14. Arctic Monkey - Knee Socks

13. Demi Lovato - Shouldn't Come Back

12. The Strokes - What Ever Happened?

11. Passenger - Circles

10. Gabrielle Aplin - Alive

9. Metric - Lost Kitten

8. Paolo Nutini - Million Faces

7. One Direction - Don't Forget Where You Belong

6. Five for Fighting - Heaven Knows

Masuk Top five nihhh :p

5. Drake - Hold On, We're Going Home ft. Majid Jordan

4. OneRepublic - Burning Bridges

3. New Politics - Harlem

2. The Temper Trap - Down River

1. Coldplay - Clocks

Key, enjoy!

Assalamualaikum :)

Inevitable Graduations

Say that these graduations are killing me. The graduation of old fears, the graduation of old wounds, the graduation of old misbehaves, the graduation of old loves. 

Never though I said I'm maturing, because the image of the constant changing these graduations bring me is way, way more dreadful than it should have been.

Fears of dispelled expectations and dreams I buried long ago in a selfish island where all my uncomfortable article lie unconscious. I am afraid.

I am drowning.

Already, when your sleep is far more peaceful than your real life, you know you crave everything your dreams contain. It means you crave more sleep. It means you crave no worry. It means you deny reality.

What is reality anyway? The whole world is just a series of individual perspectives brought together with another individual perspectives that agree with each other because these individuals perspectives are among the first perspectives being discovered by their owner. And those who discovered their perspectives later  and do not agree with previous perspectives would become 'a disorder'. 

I don't know. Let's just stop talking. But one thing.

I am drowning. Slowly. 

A Thousand Sculptures (Part 2)

          As if for him, it emerged with a slightly different impact. Her words, which just left her mouth to the mix of frozen air, shadow, and sick light, appeared as a vision of fatamorgana in a long unbeaten track under the desert’s hard sun, somewhere in his distant dream. Actually wanted to believe in it but he knew it wasn't true. And he knew nothing truer than the last. It hurt him more than the smell of death that surrounded them since the last time he caress her hair.

            Mockery at it’s best to destiny & Co, she stuck her tongue out to taste the snow for, she was sure, the last time. Crazy how sure she was at the moment, but she guaranteed she have never been that sure for her whole life. She even whispered to herself that the security of what she’s thinking and her choice felt so good. She liked it, it felt like a once in a lifetime. Then with lack of capability to hold it down, she bursted in a laughter, thinking how ironically true it was. The ‘once in a lifetime’ feeling.

            Her stupid and playful side wanted him to witness the last time she would ever taste the snow and let them melt on her tongue. He did. They laughed together awkwardly for the sake of memories and dignity. The laughter itself too, of course. If there was a possibility to fell again after lying, then it would be it.

            Their laughter weren't stopping that quick. Actually it lasted far more than necessary, especially for her. No matter how hurt her whole mouth, cheek, and stomach. No matter how it pained her back and she wanted to stop it, she could not stop laughing. The whole sureness faded for a brief moment of that laugh. She didn't know what was so funny. Whether it’s the thin awkwardness sweeping lightly while they exchanged grins, or the comfort on throwing away what people would keep even if it costs their lives, and knowing they did it together.

            

A Thousand Sculptures (Part 1)

A Thousand Sculptures

            The pain and harm was critical. Through the pale leaves and walls the howls embraced, digging deep to ears that still could hear silent promises. Those who brought to life by fear and deranged, insane hope. Promises, enveloping like a blanket, defeating. They breathed, breathed deep.

            In a land of neverending winter, those kinds of promises could be heard everywhere and everytime. Or found. Abandoned on white, frozen ground, no longer breathing. Dead. Like most of those who made them born and alive even for a short period of time, on the same land. Breathing only to learn that they would be killed soon enough.

Now, that sounds so much like them.

            Red lips bitten until they bruised. Until the redness gone in the mind, all faded to the heavy air around them, while they lied flat on their fabric-covered back, shivering. Unbearable cold immersed to their stiff bones, to their sense, to the almost hollow space where they whispered each other’s name, and the voice echoed even louder, because the space went even hollower by the time they erased and threw away what was filling it before.

            They needed to forget everything and remember only one thing. Each other. Each other’s hands, each other’s smile, each other’s warmth, and what tied them together until today, where everything started and everything ended. A soon to die promise escaped her bleeding lips. She was too careless and too afraid to take it back, letting silence took over it and tied the end for her and the whole universe that swirled her insides. Without a doubt and without a trace, her promise fell to a comma.