Showing posts from November, 2016
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

Jules and Greg

Greg loves a routine life. He loves to make decisions of his own life, his daily tasks, and what he wants to be where he want to be. He has high standard about his own career. He has purposes. What Greg really loves is nature. He prefers living in the nature than living in the city with the crowds. That's why he's somehow awkward and loves to be alone. And, that time, he decided to join a hiking to mountain side. This moment changed his whole life.
There has been a news of a lost rising actor named Gregory Neil, in the mountain-side, but two days later, they found his tent with him being alone in it. Today is his press. On the news, he speaks, "Thank you everyone who've been worried and sent many wishes and prayers for me. I thank for the rescue team and especially my brother, Jake, as my beloved manager and best friend, never given up on me. Thank you." It gives you a real tear down to see the interview. People has asked why he went to mountain-side alone and Gre…


Taylor told me about this. About him.
It should be like this. Always.
Same environment. Same thought.

Taylor told me something like this.
"He's sitting always in the corner.
Near the walking out of doorway."
I know. I always see him that, too.
I feel lucky. I feel safe. Every day.

Taylor told me about the windows.
He's asking a lot about them.
It's just one old window.
Over here. Over there. Over here.
The wind cracks and make noises.

Taylor told me to wait for moment.
I can not. My head is trembling.
They all come and by, come and by.
Laugh then mad then back to joke.
Society on the loops.

Taylor told me how the way he look.
Someone like I know.
Of course, I told him.
If not, I wouldn't bother.

Taylor told me he knows.
Of course, because I was obvious.
Staring at him, dragging him.
Wondering, Questioning, Hurting.
Can I trust him?

Taylor told something about me.
I'm stink. Predictable and stink.
No matter how hard I try, it won't go.
It's inside…