talking to the moon

pernah kamu menyangkal saat aku bilang sudah terasa bertahun tahun kita tidak saling menyapa. bukan berarti juga aku meminta untuk setelah itu kamu menghilang selamanya.

aku mengenalmu saat dunia terlihat asing. saat semua ada dalam genggamanmu tapi kamu masih merasa sendiri. duniamu yang besar saat itu tidaklah cukup hingga kamu memilihku untuk jadi tempat berbagi.

tidak semua orang seberuntung aku. 3 tahun berlalu baru aku sadari tidaklah mudah menjadi sepertimu. tidaklah mudah juga untuk orang sepertiku dapat berinteraksi denganmu. aku sia siakan keinginanmu, aku terlanjur hanyut dalam keegoisanku.

aku hidup diantara kerak bumi. mencari seutas tali yang menggantung dari tempatmu agar dapat kunaiki. sampai sekarang aku masih menggantung, terombang ambing, kau tinggalkan tali itu begitu saja dari celah tangga kerajaanmu.

aku tau ini konyol untuk meminta dunia agar segera adil. adil terhadapku atau terhadap mereka yang berada di posisi yang sama denganku.

aku coba kembali mengurai benang kusut yang kau tinggalkan. aku simpul sedemikian rupa hingga semua hal menjadi positif. sampai saat ini aku masih bisa bertahan. mencoba untuk tidak menghiraukan segala sesuatu yang berkaitan. 

aku tau kamu diluar sana, ditempat jauh yang belum bisa aku jangkau. aku ingin kamu kembali. aku ingin kamu kembali.

orang mengira aku tidak waras, tapi mereka tidak mengerti. karna saat matahari tenggelam seseorang berbicara kembali, suaramu terdengar lagi.

syahira karista

based on my true event

inspired by bruno mars - talking to the moon

bruno mars - talking to the moon

baru baca liriknya, ternyata nusuk ampe ulu hati.

22th

good evening. how are you? fine must be.
hows your study? everythings good i hope.
tonight is my 22th birthday. how many birthday have i spend without you? hehehe ;p
i’m getting older ra. still in young spirit, but not my body.  this could be my last birthday so, i wish you’d be good out there. fulfill your dream. go get the world, snowflake. i’ll always pray for you from down here.

cheers.
your friend, dani. 

what i called “lonely”

have you ever felt like stucked in the same room, same people, same clothes, same direction, same universe, same shit like that. it feels like everyone’s suddenly changes. but you still in the same spot watching them growing old. yes, my body is dying just like them. time growing faster. i’m getting older. but i saw myself standing right there, aint going anywhere. my body’s dying, yes, but not my soul. it still searching for something. something mortal, something worth dying for.

maybe its time for me to stop. i’ve learned something about our short chatter. there’s no way that i could keep up. i lived in a low life of hunger.

apriyandani

10 - 04 - 2012

pulau simping

kalimantan barat

time

rada kaget ngeliat jam. ternyata udah hampir satu jam duduk disini. ya begini kegiatan sehari hari sepeninggal laptop kesayangan. masih sering bertanya tanya kenapa harus mainboardnya yang terbakar. kenapa tidak port usb nya saja yang rusak. mungkin masih bisa duduk tenang ngadepin photoshop di suatu tempat. berasa aneh memang duduk berlama lama di warnet, lagi. keinget dulu waktu masih sering ngobrol dengan s.k

baru baru ini sering didatengin seseorang kalo lagi tidur. munculnya di alam bawah sadar. orang jauh dari kepulauan maluku. udah seminggu nyamperin terus.

di alam bawah sadar yang jauh jadi dekat, yang dekat tidak tersentuh. kenangan kembali mencuat, sesak hati bergemuruh.

Apriyandani

07-04-2012

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered,
The reveries that once were mine.
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
Pushkin

a dream visitor

it begins in a house at the middle of nowhere. obviously, not my house. im standing in front of the door. then the door was opened, there’s two hooded woman stepping out and ask me to come inside. we’re sitting in the middle room, i saw an old grey tv in front of me. and there’s a stair on the left. those two woman were talking each other, i tried to listen but i couldnt hear them clearly. i look around and wondering what am i doing there.

then i saw a girl walking down the stair, she sit right next to me. for the first time i was freaking out, she looks so dark with a long black hair and some freckle in her face. i drop my face on the ground, trying not to look at her. but then i realize i was so stupid, i’m about to hurt her feelings. i shouldnt do that.

i think i’ve done wrong, i need to apologize. i moved my chin up and tried to look on her face, her eyes, what happen then?? SURPRISE!! she’s no longer dark, getting brighter, for a moment there i’m looking a girl with a white skin, long black hair, and a quite sharp nose. wait a minute, she looks so familiar. who is this person, i keep staring at her as i moved my hand into her, asking for apology.

she took my hand without giving me a chance to say that i’m sorry. leading me into a room where there’s nobody else except us. there we are, standing close, and getting closer. she keep staring at me, holding me close, like she wanted me to recognize her.

and then someone woke me up. i open my eyes with thousand question lies in my head.

she looks like her,