Blog ini cuma sebuah laku bacalah, bukan bacakanlah.

Sebab bisikan selalu jatuh lembut di telinga, tak seperti teriak yang menghantam pekak.
Tidak seperti gema yang menggelantah dengan dobrakan gelora, melainkan lebih ingin gaungnya pribadi dan dadi abadi.
Untuk disimpan di dalam batin, bagai bersemedi di dalam nadi.

Makna bersembunyi pada selumbar-selumbar semantik, pada pendar-pendar punktuasi. Walaupun ia akan dijumpai bilamana dicari.

September 13, 2010

the most in the world

What do you do when the one who broke your heart is the only one who's probable to fix it? What can you do?

I never thought I'll know.

Therefore, could only you fill a hole with what came out of it.

We forget, sometimes, how much the world can hurt. It can hurt people we love, people we don't, people caught in the middle, even people who would give anything if they could just never, ever get hurt again. But sometimes the hurt can't be avoided. It's just coming at us and can't be stopped, it's in us and can't be seen, or is lying next to us in the dark waiting. But sometimes it doesn't come at all. Sometimes, we get this other thing that flutters down out of nowhere and stays just long enough to give us hope. Sometimes but rarely, barely, but just when we need it the most and expect it the least, we get a break. (this is taken from 'In Plain Sight').