Exploring depth in people. Visiting parts of their joy and also got to taste the tips of what they fear the most.
I'm an emotional tourist.
Taking adventure through their mountain high of excitements on the daylight. Diving into the sea-bottom of things that sadden them at night.
I'm an emotional tourist.
I'll go find the self-proclaimed peace in their aurora and fight for their roller-coaster wild ambition with them. I'll be the the trail in their hikes, the oasis to their quest. Following their steps to whatever bucket-list they want to tick.
I'm an emotional tourist.
I stay there for a while then I stroll on to another road of emotional tripping. Another depth, another parts, another tips, another mountains, another sea, another oasis, another roller-coaster.
Another place to see the world with a brand new eyes.
Tentang sebuah keadaan. Bersama seseorang. Dan betapa cepatnya dia
merasakannya. Itu yang selalu menakutkan untuknya. Apapun ceritanya, dia hanya
takut, jika tiba saatnya dia bangun dari tidur dan menemukan bahwa semuanya cuma
sepenggal mimpi kesiangan.
of this scares me. The kind of scare that excites.
I thought you should know that.
"Do you remember When we met? That's the day I knew you were my pet I want to tell you How much I love you
Come with me my love To the sea The sea of love I want to tell you How much I love you..."
Mungkin karena hormon jahanam. Atau justru karena malam di
kota Bandung yang selalu menghanyutkan. Bisa jadi perpaduan keduanya. Atau
justru karena hal lain yang sangat berbeda. Dia tiba-tiba menyadari beberapa
hal yang membuatnya merasa haru. Dan dalam birunya, tangis itu pun meleleh.
“Do I deserve these
“Do I deserve to be
Begitu banyak pertanyaan yang selama ini hanya tersimpan
sebagai sebuah diskusi klasik dengan dirinya sendiri, terlontar keluar. Dengan
leher tersedak tangis, dia tetap berusaha lirih mengucap, “Do I deserve you?”
Namun seseorang keburu memeluknya. Begitu erat sampai dia tidak bisa bergerak. Dia
memejamkan mata. Ada keheningan janggal yang malah membuatnya merasakan
Lalu seolah menyadarkannya dari ketidak warasan sesaat, dia mendengarnya berkata, “Do you want a glass of water?”
Mereka tertawa. Dia tahu dia terlalu banyak bertanya dan tak
ada jawaban yang lebih menenangkan selain segelas air putih.
Dan sebuah pelukan, tentu saja.
“Everyday Just trying to get by No time to cry No he can’t afford to And she waits Through everything “Anything for you”
She’d love to know Do you do you do you love me He’d love to know Do you do you do you love me She needs to know Do you do you do you need me He needs to know Do you do you do you need me Like I need you…” –Tobias Jesso Jr., on ‘True
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"It's broken white. Or is it?" "No, it's pink." "I only see it's white." "Rrrr... It's more of a very light peachy pink." "...." "...." "Umm... Sorry..." "No, you don't need to be. I promise you, from now on I'll show you all the colors in the world."
Because in your voice, I see colors.
The ones that make days not just brighter but also easy to bear.
"I've known you all my life but I knew you long before that too Let's go dancing to the songs we wrote when we lived in the shadow of the moon And I see colors when I hear your voice Grab your wings, they're putting gravity on trial I see colors, I don't hear the noise..." --Taken from: Synesthesia, from Andrew McMahon.
In those pair of glazy eyes she sought something she was
unsure about.She always knew there was
something otherworldly about them. Something, she said to herself. But never
she thought it would be so dearly.
It all started with the battle between curiosity and the
need to juggle her-busy-but-empty days into something fun. The game she played
so many times before that mostly ended in regrets. She said to herself, she
would throw away all those expectations behind. She just didn’t want to be hurt
again. She was very altogether. She was even sure that she would outsmart her
own mind that sometimes play the victim card out of those tragic romantic
tendency she always had.
Up until then. The particular night she saw vulnerability
staring straight at her. Even in the dark of night, she could sense it. And for
her, vulnerability is a serious kind of feeling that can’t be disregarded just
like that. It’s one of the most sincere that no one can ever has the ability of
faking. Even if someone could, she
wouldn’t had the power to get away with it.
And just like that. Even a perfect plan had flaws. In her
case—those pair of glazy eyes.
Instead, in those pair of glazy eyes she sees the kindness
the world has to offer. She wants to keep them near no matter what, because she
needs to witness it with her own two eyes to actually believe in it.
Through those pair of glazy eyes, she said.
Through those pair of glazy eyes and their otherworldly
"Have you seen this film? It reminds me of walking through the avenues. We'll be washin' my hands of attachments, yeah, land on the ground, one thing I'm missing...is in your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes..."
Dan kamu tak akan pernah mengerti rasanya merindukan. Karena yang kamu tahu hanya mempertanyakan.
Dia mengetik sebuah pesan. Tiga kata sederhana.
Bukan, bukan 'I love you'. Meskipun diakuinya pernah ada saat-saat di mana terasa benar untuk mengucapkan tiga kata itu untuk orang yang sama. Tapi hari ini, malam ini, cukup 'I miss you'. Dan menurutnya, perasaan semacam itu bukan untuk disimpan sendiri. Dia ingin, dia perlu, berbagi.
Karena, bukankah akan terlalu menyedihkan ketika dirasa sendiri?
Saya hanya bisa berharap, semoga rindu diam-diam datang dalam tidurmu, mengetuk kepalamu dengan kenyataan, 'Ternyata hanya dia, hanya dia...'
He was afraid of drowning
in that little stream he started.
Not because he couldn't
Maybe he just
hate the stream.
I remember all the things you said to me. Only
everything more of a series of blur voices now.
I remember most of your crappy jokes. I remember
that you said you are a sucker for gummy bear. I remember you said how rabbit
should look like, fluffy. I remember you said you love your sneakers and fancy
t-shirts, and how you honestly hate it when I mess with them. I remember you
said you somehow like eating with plastic spoon that gives you the feeling of
having a meal in jail every time. I remember you once said you want to fuck me
again before we went out for breakfast if I allowed you to—which I obviously
allowed anyway. I remember you told me you want to believe, just like the
writing you have inked on your wrist. I remember you said you like my wits more than
But most of all, I remember when you said you
don’t want to lie about who you really are and giving people wrong impressions.
The one particular thing that haunts me at night; you said, you would hate not
being honest about what you feel.
I wish I could go back to that very moment. I
want to hear all of it once again and asked you one thing right after; Do
you really hate the idea of us being together that much?
Once upon a time in a blue moon,
There lived a fluffy rabbit.
Of course she couldn't swim
She hopped into the
Waiting to get carried away
with the stream,
That for once after long,
Excites her more than any
"Ever since I was a little girl
My mama always told me
there'd be boys like you
So when I'm with you, I have fun
Yeah when I'm with you, I have fun
I hate sleeping alone
I hate sleeping alone..."---Best
Coast, 'When I'm with You'.