Now all the love songs start to make sense.
I haven't felt this way for centuries, but I do now.
My world lights up every single time I see him.
My heart skips a beat every single time he smiles.
The need to know him deeper.
The urge to impress him.
Even the slightest stare can make me smile from ear to ear for a day.
Ah, I can't help it. My heart in a really weak condition right now.
And my mind, Darling, is a mess.
I am mesmerized by his attitude, his way of thinking.
I can talk to him for hours, sharing my thoughts and feelings.
Except this one, obviously.
He makes me feel comfortable.
And why do I get this weird feeling of always wanting to be near him?
It is relaxing, yet exciting at the same time.
But here comes the sad part.
We always fall in love with people we can't have, don't we?
Nuraida Ruly Marifanti
Most Certain Thing
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
In these past few days, some people I knew had passed away. Their death were all so sudden.
It is such a mystery, isn't it? We always wonder how it happened. Yesterday we saw them all good and fine and healthy, and today they were gone. We looked for sign and tried making sense of it.
How does death work?
One day it took a baby that has never even been born yet. Other day it took a man just a minute after he went home from work. And today, it worked on a life of a mother while she was giving birth.
It can come to you too, or me, without us noticing. Maybe tonight when we're asleep, maybe 20 years later when we're on a plane leaving for somewhere, maybe we die in the middle of our prayer.
In this vague, unpredictable life, death is the only certain thing.
We don't know when, but it is inevitable. Something we can't escape from.
I hope we're ready when it knocks on our door.
Lost
Friday, June 24, 2016
You lost, honey.
You lost even before it was started.
You had no chance at all.
You should've known, but sadly, you keep hoping.
Oh, poor you, little soul.
You lost even before it was started.
You had no chance at all.
You should've known, but sadly, you keep hoping.
Oh, poor you, little soul.