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.Place To Be.

I Let You Know

12.12.20 ( December 12, 2020 )

One

Knows

How

Much

Value

These

Works

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Tokyo

17.9.19 ( September 17, 2019 )

I hope you're doing fine. Don't forget to eat well.
If u lose some light remember to be a good brother to your sister and brother, and please don't hesitate to talk to whoever deserve your feelings.
I thank you for being there when no one else would.

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Silver Lining Temptation

3.6.19 ( June 03, 2019 )

Be nice to each other, be honest to each other, be honest to yourself, simply, delicately.

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27.3.19 ( March 27, 2019 )

I don't mind people playing gesture, please make yourself comfortable, my feeling is not matter.

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I was born to love magic

25.11.18 ( November 25, 2018 )

And politics ain't one

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Ujan bos

22.11.18 ( November 22, 2018 )

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// Counterpart

( November 22, 2018 )

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Cough Zero

( November 22, 2018 )

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Hidden Locker

16.11.18 ( November 16, 2018 )

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Locker pt.1

( November 16, 2018 )

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26.1.18 ( January 26, 2018 )

You wish

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28.12.17 ( December 28, 2017 )

Teman temen teman temen,

kontol

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Hi, How Are You

13.11.16 ( November 13, 2016 )

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Seems so easy Just to let it go on by Till you stop and wonder Why you never wondered why

15.3.16 ( March 15, 2016 )

Suatu waku Ia merindukan suara, suara-suara usang yang masih baru.
Ia mengamati ruang, mencari-cari nuansa kepekatan, kontras, kedalaman.
Meraba dalam sapuan cahaya kekuningan petang,
tiada sisa.
Pertahanan habis.
Ia menelusuri sudut-sudut ruang,
melarutkan indera dengan detak jantung yang datar,
mencari-cari bau manis yang tersisa,
tiada guna.

Abu-abu yang sirna,
mimpi sisa-sisa perapian.
Kesedihan, tidak sia-sia, tidak juga rahasia.

Abu-abu,
mengalihkan bekas gaung tawa.
Muram, terbawa angin.

Satu butir,
dua butir,
segenggam duka.
Mengudara,
hilang,
hanyut hingga kedap suara.

Lebih dalam dari yang hitam,
lebih putih dari yang rapuh.

Abu-abu,
arang pun tahu,
bara pun peduli,
angin pun berempati,
berembus penuh hormat.

Waktu selalu di sana,
mengamati.
Berdiam lama dalam duka,
hilang sekejap dalam warna.

Selama itu pula Ia bersuara, tidak kepada dunia.
Tidak bising, tidak juga sunyi.
Kelu.

Langit berubah, tidak bersama dengan waktu.
Berpapasan dengan diam.
Jeda dalam suara,
tawa yang dibuat-buat.

Ada bau tertinggal,
bau jeda.
Jeda dari gejolak menuju hitam,
abu-abu.

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Puddle of Mud

17.1.16 ( January 17, 2016 )

First thing first
I do accept the idea of myself being lonely
Second
I agree to make myself being depend on others in the same way I do not need others to survive this night, at least for being able to sleep;
Third
Comfort is not fully necessary when I already accept those idea
Fourth
I am able not to fulfill myself with other people presence
Fifth
I don't force myself to have the ideal way of happiness like society has
Sixth
I can do this shit
Seventh
I will survive this night

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26.7.15 ( July 26, 2015 )

Place

Placed

Placing

Replace
Replaced

are stuff we cannot replace

in order to replace our needs

to be placed.

What makes
a part
and
apart
is just
a
space.

What do you really need exactly
and what do you obligue
a price of your piece
of mind
and a peace
of mind

Yk, July 26th 2015

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For each a road

9.3.15 ( March 09, 2015 )

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25.6.14 ( June 25, 2014 )

dear frater

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h minus uno

23.6.14 ( June 23, 2014 )

pemuda setempat

Pecundang Malam Minggu di platform3

21 juni - 20 juli 2014

Labels: pemudasetempat

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16.12.13 ( December 16, 2013 )

Dago di perempat subuh meminta selalu bersama sisa hujan dan bau cat trotoar yang baru, anak gadis menapak membiru meninggalkan jejak abu dan kotoran sisa gypsum membuat delusi dalam poni yang tercerai berai. Temaram lampu pucat berbisik memanggil bintik hujan yang mulai bias dalam cahaya, meredam peluh. Delusi apapun siapa peduli. Ia berbisik lirih bersama sisa bayangan manusia ketika matahari berupaya menciptakan ilusinya yang semu, dan lalu bersenandung, "hope is a dangerous thing, it is, it is."

Setapak riuh dalam balutan gerimis selalu mengundang desah, ckck yang indah terutama tanpa aroma nafas entitas lain kecuali dedaunan, bulan, dan, hujan. Sendok, bunga, tembakau, cangkir, air gula, kuku yang tertancap pada pagar, kembali ia berujar, mengulang hingga redam tenggelam dalam kabut uap, uap nafasnya sendiri, dan akhirnya, bapak pengendara angkutan umum. Duduk manis, ataukah duduk, manis. Menunggu matahari hanya untuk tenggelam jelas lebih indah.

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