Monday, May 21, 2012

the view from the balcony


don't exactly remember everything I saw but it's love; the feeling...

It’s not my room, it’s not his living room… it’s not his yard… and it’s certainly not my house. It’s our room, our bathroom and our living room…

I’ve been there… and I wish the world stop! the kitchen, the yard, the room and the living room… still empty but the view from the balcony, it was full of thought and memories.

As he calls it ‘rumah kita…’ and how I wish the world to stop. Or I should stop thinking!

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Still wishing, for the world to stop. 

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