kali ini bukan tentang sampah.
It’s about me now, about spring and love and me in their midst.
I had thought of it as pink petals and constant flutters. As taking a walk in the beach and watching sunsets. All the time I would have sparkles in my eyes and a spring in my steps.
kali ini tentang kehidupan nyata.
Real life, and all that it entails, can be a harsh world for a dreamer–
a dreamer like me.
So I need a splash of sense–
and I think I do have that.
dan aku yang berjalan di tengah kemacetan arus hidup.
Now I have that kind of complacency where satisfaction is not fiery sparks of flame. I have the buoyancy of a leaf that floats on still water: without expectation or anxiety. I don’t need heady intoxication, if I could always stay in this tranquil state of mind.
ditemani rasa tanpa kata, mata yang mengerti tanpa perlu menghunjam.
My heart has a fluffy core, that contains all emotions in pastel colors: everything in moderation, no bold accents or fluctuating hi-lo. It’s its placid consistency, it calm understanding, that brought me to my knees.
My spring has withstood summer, fall, and winter.