Aku jatuh cinta kepada apapun yang bebas.

Bebas yang bukan seperti layangan-layang di langit lapangan. Terlihat bebas namun angin dan benang tak terlihat oleh mata. Menggerakkan yang apa ada di udara.

Bebas yang bukan seperti para ikan. Mereka berenang di dalam lautan, menyusuri lautan yang sepertinya tak terbatas. Mereka berenang ke air mana pun yang mereka mau. Mereka berenang tanpa tanpa tahu, terdapat langit di atas lautan, yang merampas dan mengembalikan air laut mereka.

Bebas bukan seperti aku. Menulis ini dengan bahasa, yang katanya bahasa dari bangsa yang telah merdeka. Kemerdekaan bukan sembarang kemerdekaan. Bangsa yang merebut kemerdekaan, namun rasanya kemerdekaan ku hanya berpindah lengan.

When I am bliss I write
When I am doomed I write
When I am full of rage I write
When I can’t sleep at night I write
When I fall in love I dream

Love always feels hurt

You have Love, it hurts
You don't have Love, it hurts

You have two Loves, those hurt
You have half Love, it also hurts

Every scenario Love  provides
There is always a hurtful part
You deserve to endure

The day that we fought
Our last squabble through the night  
Not the loudest
still the most
breathe taken

I said nothing then stillness swallowed us

He said nothing, but I knew what he wanted
He said nothing, but I heard “I am tired‟ from his lips
He said nothing, but I heard “we aren’t happy anymore‟ in his voice
He said nothing, but I clearly heard ” we lose our laugh‟

He said nothing

Just nothing

Yet I replied, “I give up, we are done.”

He still kept his void and just gone

My friends wake up at 5 AM every day
to making a breakfast
For her husband

I wake up at 9 A.M every day
then dancing with my favorite song

My friends sleep at 3 A.M
because her baby can’t stop
crying and pooping

I sleep at 3 A.M also
Cause I can’t flee from
My past haunting mistakes

My friends have a decent lovely
Complete family

I have a dense bullet
aiming into my head

My friends are busy
Planing a future financial

me and the other gloomy friends
still planing a good vacation
Which we’re going to cancel it
Because we’re just a bunch of overthinking
Human being

Touch my breast
Touch my ***
Everybody thinks those are public properties

Fight for the right of being women
Offended by sexiest jokes
Everybody judges me as a convensional boring chick

**** my body
**** my free willing of going every where without afraid for becoming an object of cat calling
Everybody calls it, modernist
women need another level of being open

Ask me my phone number
Follow me until finding where my home
Everybody labels it as madly falling in love, women dont need to be terrified

I do not have a future
So future won't see me
Then I pray for my death
Yet life still asking me