Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded ...
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

It Hurts A Little

Aku berharap, kendaraan yang menjemputku pulang segera datang. Karena aku letih menunggu di halte ini. 
Sesaat aku dapat termenung dan pikiranku entah kemana lalu sesaat aku kembali berada di halte.
Aku tidak dapat membayangkan begitu cepat banyak orang yang tidak kukenal datang dan pergi begitu saja di dalam satu waktu, satu tempat.
Terkadang ada mereka yang baik menyapaku dan mengajakku berbincang, berbagi kisah.
Terkadang ada mereka yang hanya duduk di sebelahku atau berdiri jauh dari tempatku ada dan memandangku penuh pertanyaan atau mereka sama sekali tidak menyadari keberadaanku.
Terkadang aku sendiri yang terlalu bodoh untuk memperhatikan detil-detil seperti itu.
Aku telah duduk dan berdiri berkali-kali dan kendaraan yang akan menjemputku belum sampai juga.
Mereka yang datang ke halte ini dan meramaikan suasana adalah hiburan dan ketenangan ku.
Lalu mereka pergi, setiap salah satu dari mereka pergi atau aku kembali sendiri, air mataku kembali berjatuhan.
Aku hanya mau pulang.

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