It’s all falling slowly.
It’s all falling slowly.
So, I was around when these security guys were trained. And at the end of the training, the coach said, “when you get home after this, stay there. Do not go anywhere. Stay and practice what we learned today”. Next, they were told about the importance of their job. How important it is for them to make it safe and comfortable to everyone when they went shopping with their family in malls.
It was beautiful speech, and I felt touched. And then out of the blue, I picture those security guys, all alone in low light rooms, on their night shift, sleepy, guarding mannequins and stuff, walking around out of boredom, maybe watching some things and wish for a better price so they can have them. That feels sad, I feel sad.
Wish they enjoy what the do.
Itulah kenapa langit selalu terasa seperti kemungkinan yang tidak habis-habis. Di sana, segala pertanyaan dan jawaban lahir di tempat yang sama. Di bawah sini, setiap pertanyaan akan membawa kita pada banyak jawaban dan kemungkinan yang saling berantai. Satu hal menyebabkan hal lainnya terjadi, dalam penjelasan yang bisa sederhana namun dalam pengertian yang rumit.
Dan kita akan selalu meromatisasi hal-hal asing yang tidak kita kenal baik.
Because they said it enough, like how it should be.
Mulai gelap, lalu segalanya mencoba beradu.
Tunggu, ujarku, jangan sekarang.
Mereka tidak peduli, tetap menghentak.
Bergerak dalam paksa, menekan.
Aku ingin gelap segera datang, lalu selamanya.
You read so you know you are not alone, I saw that once. And the more specific my keywords are, the more I’m sure that sentence is true. I am not the only one with those thoughts, I have many soul-mind-mate out there, and we are reaching out one another with all these ways. I like that.
Sometimes, I think about those people when I read their words. What kind of life they’re living? Is the experience that leads them to the writing I read is similar to mine or if not, why does it lead us to the same realization? Things like that. And I can’t help but imagine for the possible answers. It gives me this dilemma kind of feeling; like I want to know them, but I don’t want to know them.
Tonight, perhaps with some mood that midnight rain brings, my mind are going somewhere else this time with those thoughts.
Well, if you read so you know you are not alone, what are you trying to find out by writing?
And I found this.
Even when I don’t know what I am doing with mine.