Detach me

Now I am quite understand how Holden started talking and stopped talking in second. How he felt he was going so well and he suddenly felt, not well anymore. Sometimes, just out of nowhere I wish I could go back where everything was forgiven. I need to get it back together, the pieces, the urges, the spirit. 

It was last Thursday. I locked myself inside my room, shut down the lamp, listened to Yann Tiersen's sad piano to get all the sorrow for my graphic design project -I wanted to make a melancholy digital collage. But that didn't work. I spent like 45 minutes crying and 15 minutes thinking, and I couldn't do it. So I left my computer and went to bed. The deadline however was the following day and I didn't participate, at all.

I don't know why, but it seems like things that I like are being hostile to me. 

Di dalam kelamnya masa,
Dan kediaman rindu,
Ada kata-kata pilu
Tentang waktu yang membeku
Tentang hujan yang membasahi
Sepasang mata yang sendu
Yang ingin berjumpa

Karena setiap tetes hujan,
Berdongeng tentang masa,
Yang dahulu pernah ada,
Tanpa berani mengakhiri

Jika suatu hari malam terus menjelang,
dan pagi pergi begitu saja,
bukan matahari yang kurindukan,
bukan langit biru,
bukan hangatnya angin pantai,
bukan putihnya awan,
bukan cerianya kicau burung,

tapi udara di sudut jalan itu,
Di mana banyak orang menunggu,
Banyak yang ditunggu,
Tapi kami menemukan
sepasang wajah yang dulu tersenyum,
yang masih tertawa,
sepasang tangan yang menggenggam,
sepasang jantung yang berdetak,