Mengalir

Hidup mengalir seperti air, misteri yang membawa kita entah ke mana kata seseorang, tapi kenapa saya lebih suka menjadi ikan ketimbang daun kering mengambang pasrah diantarkan ke selokan... Bukannya kelewat menyedihkan seandainya kita tidak mampu memilih ke arah mana kita akan pergi... Masih untung jika pada akhirnya selokan berakhir di laut yang biru, yang sejuk, yang sayu... Bagaimana jika alirannya malah mengantar kita ke rawa-rawa suram...?

00.07

I am this secondary water source, filled with mud and something the government thought was the equivalent of a knockknock joke.

When you drink all that I am, there is a satisfying feeling in the pit of your stomach, somewhat like an ulcer, and all the frivolity inside of me tremors with purpose.
Unfortunately, as the sun decides to pack up, and as the day begins to lock the deadbolt, I feel as though
I am exactly what I am - And I am, consequently, no stronger for it.

09.20

A : If I had the choice, I would a house somewhere by the ocean...

B : I could live with you in a shoe box...

A : Seriosly? What if we did.. Just take off, you and me and star over somewhere else...?

B : Why can't we star over here...? 
A : ......
B : Is that too realistic for you? Not romantic enough? 
A : No, that's not what I meant...
B : I wouldn't want to live like that, it's not real. Shutting ourselves in a room miles away from everything. I want to show everyone how much I love you...