Silence, Empty, Cold

2/29/2016 10:51:00 PM
Empty spaces,
the winds are pricking the skin,
sleepy eyes,
glancing through the gloomy window.

Stopped in six minutes,
a pair of boots stepped into the door.
Another six minutes,
a girl is missing from the room.

Different characters,
different positions,
different paradigms,
yet one mind: tired.

--Commuter line

(Commuter line to Tebet, February 26th 2016)

Run Out of Rope

2/06/2016 07:42:00 PM
Because she owes it to herself,
to gain back her self-worth.
Because some sacrifices are worth the pain,
even has to break a sacred oath.
Because thinking affection was just an illusion,
in the end will not only hurt her,
but the whole passenger of the boat.

This is the only thing she could do.
She had run out of rope,
so she could never rescue,
all they ever wanted and hoped.

--Letting Go

(Jakarta, February 6th 2016)