Rose, Sun, and Rain

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She is a girl learning to love,
dazzled by the way a hand is reaching out.
For the first time ever,
she knows she is wanted.

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In Between

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Remember the dawn at the harbour when we stood few feet apart, watching the crowds gathering as the moon hide behind some obscure gray clouds? You think it’s the end, but for me it’s the beginning.

I guess something did end back then though. Maybe it’s the affection, or simply the care. Nothing important since as I’ve said, for me, that was the beginning.

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Scenes Without Sound

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Take my hand and leave the deafening world. Get rid of people. Get rid of love. Get rid of the burdens stripping away the last bit of kindness you still have. 

My own world — your new home — has no place for either things. We are the only people left. There is no need for love when I plan to let go of your hand just as quickly as you take it. My company is only to pass the gate. From here on, your life is yours to live. I have no need of you. You certainly have no need of me. 

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Too Much Darkness for Rainbow

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When my tears overflow, I wonder: is it you I hate or is it me? The sun breaks through layers of curtains, colouring the room red. My heart is still beating even when each thump feels like a kick to the chest. Is it grief that leaves me broken or is it anger? Am I sad ’cause you’re gone or am I angry ’cause I’m not the one who cuts you off? Am I selfish for not wanting it to end or am I stupid for hanging onto something that’s destined to break apart?

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Why The Sun Doesn’t Stay for the Winter

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How to say goodbye? He asked.
Close the door and never come back, she said.
How to explain the farewell? He asked.
Give them a smile and say you no longer want to be around, she said.
Wouldn’t they think that’s a lie? He asked.

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心臓: Daging Tak Bisa Patah/Flesh Cannot Be Broken (English Version)

This short prose is inspired by DAY6’s “Congratulations”. Lyrics as stated above.

Broken heart, I say, isn’t real. Because it’s not a piece of marble which can be smashed and scratched. It is not a branch which wind can squeeze until it loses its support. It’s not a bone which you can hit and make a crackling sound.

It is flesh, beating and continues beating. It’s a rhythm that’s half real, the rest you can’t see. It is a container that holds emotions and encapsulates the unspeakable.

It cannot be broken.

Or at least that’s what I believe.

(Yet who am I to trust.)

Sragen, February 3rd, 2021
Translated on February 4th, 2021