There were times when I felt like riding a powerful wave, a wave that went against the current.
But then this wave I was riding was made of guilt; both from remembering and failing to;
and along the way; it got bigger and swallowed me;
until it exploded into myriad tiny drops of loneliness;
and I exploded too
waiting for my time to return;
to become the rain against the city light.
Sore ini aku sibuk mendengarkan
guruh yang gaduh
seperti anakku yang kurang tidur siang
dari jauh aku seperti menunggu kabar
dari mulut sungai dan lautan
dari rumahku yang di seberang
yang datang hanya rintik hujan
Isn’t it always the little thing like
being surrounded by the sea,
having everything sheltered by the sky,
getting warmth from strangers,
that we always take for granted?
and later we miss the most?