The Sky is High

It's just a box of pieces of a puzzle about a small circle of friends. It's about the lives, the loves, and the hopes. One by one, part by part. Hung up in the sky along with prayers. Until each of them can fly higher by itself. The Sky the Rain the Rainbow the Sun the Moon. All are talking in their own way. Carving their small footsteps in the history of time. And now each of them can really fly higher by itself, and leave this house one by one...

Ada saat-saat, banyak bahkan, dimana rasanya membaca atau menulis rasanya luar biasa sulit, tidak perduli berapa buku yang dikunyah atau jurnal yang dilumat perlahan.

atau ketika kita kehilangan percaya pada kata,
berupaya mengeja kata demi kata, menyambung rima demi rima...
kemudian menangis

mungkin mataku dibutakan oleh kata yang berlompatan sekenanya
aku, hanya bisa meraba kata.

In the living room