Mereka, Mengada

Tak pernah sekalipun bersua atau bertatap mata, beradu suara, Tapi mengapa rasanya kok senang saja saat ku berusaha mereka, mengada. Hampir dirasa tak mungkin bertemu karena ku disini, lha kamu disitu, Hanya saja kok cekat cekot rasanya saat ku berusaha mereka, mengada. Tapi susah juga, kalau terasa lebih indah saat mengada, karena akhirnya sia-sia saja... Continue Reading →

1100m2 – Long Way Home

The biggest gift, is imagination. At least that's what's been keeping me sober everyday. I was born under French name. Mercredi, my middle name. Didn't know whether my dad wanted me to call him Père someday or accidentally misheard 'mercy kredit' as Mercredi. But i always assume that someday, i will loose my flip flop... Continue Reading →

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