i still remember the tune to one of my late dad's favourite songs the lyrics go like this: "berkorban apa saja/harta atau pun nyawa/itulah kasih mesra/sejati dan mulia." it reminds me of that time when i was barely ten where i had to watch him folking out money to pay for my school's annual fee and when i begged him for a new pair of sneakers he told me to study hard so one day i could buy whatever i want.
my younger brother and i used to keep picking a fight with each other we yelled, we punched but now we barely talk and we only meet up once a year.
i was nineteen when i started to live on my own my mother refused to let me go at first but she could not decide between me and her new husband i didn't fully blame her because she wanted happiness and she got it but at what cost? i wish i could understand how that works one day.
i'm a twenty-three years old hopeless dreamer, i find myself reborn every time i watch people in motion pictures i keep a list of what i want to do if i don't have any restrictions and one of the top is to live in a foreign city i want to feel reborn for real taste the new air as if it's promising a new beginning and a possible love one day, i will be one of those in the motions pictures.