The Time of My Life

Misty Tanjung Aan when the sky was cloudy

It's clearly okay to take a break. For myself that's made of excessively high self-reliance and complexity, I've come to realize the importance of pausing everything and enjoying the time while it lasts.

I decided to go on a trip again. This time, I went to Lombok, an island located in Nusa Tenggara Barat (NTB) Province. It was only 4 days break but I definitely had the time of my life. It's not that I got really drunk, so drunk I could die. But it was a mere break from everything: work, school, and anxiety.  Well,  I didn't turn into a traveler who didn't shower: I did love my time traveling but I was still me. I was stranded in loneliness which I loved.

So Anyways, here's the story.

Can we not talk?

I'm tired, exhausted, drained of words. Most of the time, I just want to be alone, with these silent walls, and my weight track notes, with these calendars that keep on talking to me even when I'm mute. The current state of staying home during the weekend and not feeling like not missing out anything satisfies me enough. Honestly, why bother?

It's okay. I can just be here with all these Carpenter's songs. When Sunday comes, I would think about Monday already; all the talks, and the chit chats, and the questions. 

Hari ini hujan datang lagi

Mengenai seorang teman atau bukan, hanya di sana, dia adanya. Hari ini hujan datang lagi, Mas. Sudah beberapa hari langit kelabu mengingatkanku pada wajahmu dan senyuman yang penuh ikhlas itu. 

Bukan surat cinta, atau yang lain, Mas. Kalau rasa sudah tak tertahan dan sastra bisa membantuku, apakah aku harus diam selalu, Mas? Bukankah hanya sepasang mata yang pada akhirnya memahami suara yang tersirat dalam sebuah elegi ini? Tapi ketika kedua mata itu berpaling, bolehkah aku menulis lagi, Mas?

Kekasih atau bukan, bukanlah yang terpenting. Jika hati selalu menunjukmu dan memilihmu seraya waktu berlalu, apakah benak fikir harus mencegahnya? Apa bisa?