kisah ke-11

Puing-puing pagi
Rontok seperti mimpi-mimpi
Rindunya elok seperti kerling penari

Berjatuhan
Lemah seperti kesepian
Cintanya sederhana seperti ilmu terapan

Namun ingin kucabik pintu-pintu yang akan membawamu ke surga maupun neraka
Agar selamanya memelukmu di dunia aku bisa

I don't want to see the sun

Sshhh...
Don't wake me up
Don't tell anyone I'm here
I'm hiding in my field of dreams
From what?
The time
It's chasing me
It's 4 a.m
And I don't want to see the sun
Not yet. Not now.
So let me nestle here
Covering myself with the warmth of my blanket
Up to my chin
And let me dream
Don't wake the baby up
She's dead, I've killed her
And I don't want to see the sun
The sun is judgemental
But the moon understands me

She understands.

An urge

More urge. More urge to travel
It's about time
I need to hit the road again!