Dunno why I’m writing THREE posts in one sitting. Just felt the mood’s appropriate ^_^
A friend once asked, why I write in such melancholy tones and colors.
I didn’t have anything to answer. Because generally happiness is considered the norm for normal people. But it is when I plunge into the pulsating quicksand of melancholy that I feel most intense. The feeling, the emotion, the memory; all surging within me and I become me. Honest to myself.
Maybe THAT’s what’s wrong with me. I’m too concentrated in peeling off my personas that I can’t focus on life and other people living in it.
I think this would illustrate what I’m feeling:
Kubawa langkah menapak
Menembus kabut hening
Rajutan kisah bisu
Meniti waktu abadi
Now, in English, though please forgive my translation. I don’t think it sounds even near the original Indonesian:
How much further
Do I tow my steps
through silent wisps of mist
Yarns of muted tales
Traipsing on eternal time