Nikmat betul bernostalgia, bikin lupa usia. Mungkin itu sebabnya orang tua lebih suka duduk di teras rumah. Diam. Pikirannya melayang ke masa-masa kejayaan.
A poet will always give you closure, she will wave you goodbye with every last word, and every breath it takes to write one rhyming verse.
Then you lay your body down, eyes looking up, your fingers pointing to the sky. “You’re pointing to a star?” I asked. “No, that’s a planet. Stars shine, planets don’t,” you replied.
A birthday poem for a good friend of mine: “She will take you out from the fake city lights to places where sun looks bigger than apartments and malls. Men, you can’t drag her down, because she is stronger than your bones.”
I love your energy it bursts whenever you’re talking about the last book you read or when you sip your cold black coffee while writing your poem A poem without rhyme, yet remains beautiful “You’re a great poet,” there I told you. “I’m not,” you replied. “I am a lost soul. A noise that resonates in silence. I am the…
I love your insanity, your breakdowns, your random rambles, and your complicated thoughts. I love you wearing that casual shirt and faded ripped jeans. I love your flaws.
Adalah antologi cerita pendek berisi tujuh kisah cinta yang muram. Muram sebab ia adalah gambaran bahwa cinta yang kuat saja tidaklah cukup untuk menjadi bahagia. Muram sebab isinya tak jauh-jauh dari cinta yang kandas. Beberapa kisah begitu akrab bagi saya meski tak mudah ditebak siapa empunya cerita.
Let’s ramble. Just ramble. Over a cup of tea and bring me closer to your fantasy tell me bedtime story or the glimmering lights in the city you know, this is my plea.