Dancing in the Rain

A Piece of Contemplation. Simply Obscure.

There are some things about myself that I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

Haruki Murakami, A Slow Boat To China (via moscow)

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Tired

possiblyapoet:

I’ve broken my words
I have no more left to give
Fallen, useless; tired

Who’s studying at Sydney University? I need some impressions about the professors, the student life and pretty much about everything. Feel free to message me. Thank you :)

aku adalah aku

aku bukan kau

kau bukan aku

kita berbeda. 

Ruang gelap penuh sekat

Racauan-racauan saling bergulat

Mulut terkatup rapat

Langkah terasa berat

Menunggu hujan lebat

Berharap dapat menghapus penat

Letih

Letih.

Ya, letih. 

Mewakili lidah yang ingin berucap namun kelu

Mewakili bibir yang ingin tersenyum namun pilu

Mewakili mata yang ingin melihat namun kabur

Mewakili tangan yang ingin meraih namun jauh

Mewakili kaki yang ingin melangkah namun semu

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