mak,
i just became a dad last night. my super wife, your lovely daughter-in-law delivered a cute lil boy, your eleventh grandchild(its a complete team of football now!), twenty-five minutes earlier before the date of our own anniversary meeting in this world. but i'm more than happy that he came out safely. happiest birthday. i love us. :')
kopi
air kosong
jus oren
/haus.
kopi panas menjadi dingin
air kosong suam direnangi semut
jus oren aisnya cair
//haus.
bukan
kipas angin
semut
matahari.
///haus.
--kenapa tidak diteguk saja ketika semuanya sudah dituang ke dalam gelas?
oh please. i want to write again. i want to create something again. i want to connect on a deep meaningful level with my inner self, with my wife and with whoever happens to read my writings. i want to write beautiful things that matter and maybe, move people, and of course, above and beyond all, move myself in the process. i want to lose myself in doing something more connecting, in writing down about the things that people can't find words to describe and often ignored; honest feelings and true emotions. daylight tears and midnight laughs. i want to discover and learn new words. i want to construct new paragraphs. and i want to become more me. so, whatever it is that is holding my pen right now, please, i beg you, let me run it again.
