i believe that, among the other parts, my hands are the most fragile. like they’re made of cheap materials that can break at any time. they contain grief, and touch is already foreign to me. just forget about the tenderness or something that makes it a bit more meaningful. i…

there are so many things that you’re certain you will have long enough life to count them all. but no one has ever taught you about the whirl of things in parallel. so, you teach yourself. you lose count at 7. you remember you didn’t have a nightmare last night…

In my head, I’ve told you everything I’ve ever wanted to say a million times. I’ve loved you. I should’ve hated you. I should’ve never picked up the calls. I should’ve never made peace with the wreckage before holding on the uncertainty that breaks within. And for once, I don’t…

best days if i was asked to tell about the best day of my life, i’d choose february 03, 2022. and if i was asked why, simply because i still remember what i did and, noteworthy, how i felt. …

nothing will leave you, remarkably, as disenchanted with the passage of time, whether to lament it or celebrate it, than seeing people already ahead while you have just woken up to start your day or vice versa. it’s just another day, another sky, another shape of clouds, another moon phase…

i’m sorry for making it hard for you to raise me, mom. i have so little memories about my childhood. was i beyond a rebellious child or was i a capable of doing many things at the very early ages, mom? i still remember some of it somehow. i used…

in this story we were old. we weren’t old in other stories i had told before but in this story we were seventy therefore we had to borrow bodies from the stars. …

rumah untuk: pemilik rumah itu dari: yang mengetuk pintu aku bukan pujangga yang pandai mengutarakan isi hati ke dalam tulisan ayu, tapi aku ingin membalas surat yang saat itu kamu tulis pada pukul dua pagi dengan sedikit tersedu. kamu bilang penasaran mengapa aku datang bertamu hanya untuk segelas ramu. …

Malam sudah menunjukkan pukul 10.47 dan aku baru saja selesai mengerjakan skripsi bersama teman-teman kelas ku di kampus. Maklum saja, skripsi bagi mahasiswa akhir seperti mimpi buruk yang harus dilewati sebelum mimpi indah datang menghampiri. Kupandang langit, hujan derasnya belum berhenti juga sedari tadi. Aku yang berangkat dengan menumpang motor…