Sepi rasa
Hatiku sepi.
Tidak ada angin yang berhembus memenuhi ruangku.
Atau suara yang mengisi.
Hanya lubang yang menghampa tapi bukan luka.
Aku tidak tahu lagi apa yang aku ingini dan butuhkan.
Iya mati rasa.
My super dungeon, my best companion, my glasses, my cup of coffee.. eehm what else.. uhh my writing book and pen. that's all i need to make me feel sooo comfort. and i start to looking for my sense of humor which is God make me have to find it and searching a bit hard somewhere. Sometimes i have to ride my bike someplace. In mountains, forests, lakes, beaches even suburbs and downtown. I lost sometimes. i kind a like this journey. ehhm.. what was i looking for? ooh yes.. My sense of humor
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