Tokyo

Today I have to leave this old room of mine.
I'm still unsure about this new journey.

On the bus ride to the train station,
I text-messaged my friends.

At the station I tried calling someone,
But something felt different about it all.
All I brought with me was an old guitar,
Leaving the rest of my old life behind.

I take something and I get something,
I ponder that cycle in my heart.

I always try to hide my fears in my dreams.
When get afraid, I can't seem to do anything.

I got on the train, it rushed away,
And I slowly started to cry.

Life in my town continued on outside.
I prayed that it'd never change.
The man who gave me my old guitar
Told me Tokyo is a scary place.

I've stopped looking for all the answers.
It's okay to have some flaws.

Those grey skyscrapers blocked the setting sun.
Even if I endure these tears today,
Won't tomorrow's cold morning hold more doubt?

I can't choose the right thing,
At least I know that much.

UTS TINGGAL 2 HARI

SAYA STRESS MWAHAKAK

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akhir-akhir ini pada emo yaks? Ato yang emo cuman saya doang? hmhph.

udah lama juga ga update ini blog. Bingung mau nulis apa :3

Mau ngomong nilai? ah jangan, nanti tambah emo xP
Mau ngomongin kehidupan sehari-hari? nooo, sumber emo itu xD
Mau ngomongin fandom? lah, ngomongin tentang apa~ wong kpop lagi jijay, wong jpop lagi males mendalaminya, wong anime sudah didalami sejak terkena virus gelo.

Sebenernya enak ya kalo bisa ngebacot tentang hal apa aja yang lagi mengendap di dalam diri saya, tapi endak bisa. Why? I don't know the reason.

There must be a reason, though, because everything has a reason for itself. A reason for being. A reason for happening. A reason for ending. A reason for beginning.

The reason is obscure. Try as we might. Maybe one day it will become clear. Or maybe our hands will grasp only emptiness.

Shall we search? Look for things that is not there. Then what is the reason to keep on living?

Looking for the things behind things. Inside what is inside. Behind what is behind.

Search the sky. Search the clouds. We are going no where.

Can you give us a clue? To find a reason to keep up this passion.

Passionate looking for understanding.

Obscure looking for emptiness.

Nowhere is somewhere. Where shall we find it?

To keep on walking and searching, but finding nothing lest we fall down.

Truth be told, nothing is there.

The reason.

We are not lost. We are not found. We are not here.

Somewhere is nowhere. Everybody is nobody.

There is no meaning to this. Just endless rambling.

It is wrong. It is right. Whatever people say we say it too. The mindset is there.

You know this, I know this, nobody knows.

Never ending

Forever continuing

But there was never a start, was it?