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The first time I ever laid my eyes
On your pair of honey colored ones
I saw something in your eyes
Enigmatic, yet soothing
Calmed me down
I felt things
That I haven’t felt
For quite long
The euphoria of falling in love
Suddenly came back
Shook me,
I feel like i’m electrified
And suddenly, I’m alive again
There’s just something about this city that makes me feel some type of way.
The beauty, the crowds, the tall buildings, and mostly, the city lights.
This city never sleeps.

Some people claimed Paris as their city of love, but honestly,
I’ve never thought of Paris as mine,
New York has always been my city of love. Has. Always. Been.

I’ve always wanted to go there, to be there.
To feel the euphoria of walking down the 5th avenue at midnight
Go on a date with my future ‘mon-petit-ami’
Strolling down the streets looking for some late night snacks just the two of us
To be kissed on the lips by someone I love in the middle of times square, To see those beautiful lights all over the city.


Sebetulnya tidak ada yang terlalu berbeda pada Jogja malam itu, namun memang spesial.
Ada kamu di hadapanku, diterangi remangnya lampu kedai kecil tempat kita berdua berteduh dari gerimis dan dinginnya kota Jogja malam itu.
Kamu tidak banyak bicara, sibuk dengan sepiring gudeg dan segelas wedang jahe favoritmu.
Aku tidak bisa berhenti memandangi parasmu. Meski hanya diterangi lampu remang-remang, dan peluh yang basah akan air hujan, bagiku kamu tetap nomor satu.
Sang pemilik kedai pun memutar piringan hitam miliknya, terlantunlah ‘Berdua Saja’.
Aku masih ingat betul tatapanmu malam itu seiring dengan alunan lagu. Sederhana, teduh, dan penuh dengan kehangatan.
Malam itu, aku sadar bahwa rumah tempatku pulang bukanlah bangunan bata beratap dengan satu pintu dan dua jendela.
Malam itu aku sadar, Sepasang mata bola yang teduh dan hangat itulah tempatku pulang.
Kamulah tempatku pulang.
An 11.00 PM thoughts that I  wrote a few weeks a go, Inspired by someone special, someone that captivated the **** out of me.
Have you ever had this feeling when you think you know someone quite well?
That feeling when you think you know his favorite songs from his favorite playlists, his obsession towards ‘after-rain’ smell, his 2 AM coffee habit, his favorite getaway to release his mind, the feeling of his hug, calmed you down and soothing?
Then you wake up and realization hits you, the ugly truth spoke its mind….
You’re just a stranger. Nothing less or more.

people usually got their moods set by midnight guess I'm different
the words
the left unsaid
has been finally spoken

i miss you
i miss you

and there’s nothing to do about it.
never thought seeing him in person could make me feel this way
last night
as we stared at each other
i studied the beauty of you
the pair of your dark brown eyes
that stare right into my soul
your mischievous look
your mysterious gaze
your fascinating laugh

and suddenly
the euphoria
of loving you
rushed in
like it used to be
 Jul 2016 kias nara
Madisen Kuhn
you are the song
i want to listen to
in that cliché and timeless
3am moment on the highway
windows rolled
down with the
potential-filled and empty
yet comforting indigo
sky blowing past,
only car on the road
just us, me with my
feet up on the dash,
fingers interlocked with
yours on my lap,
headlights illuminating
the road and trees
ahead, can’t think about
anything else except
for the pulse of the night
and cold air on my skin
and oh God
this is my life and
i feel so alive

— The End —