Tell Me How Was Your Last Trip To The Sea, Will You?

Best friend,

We rarely talk about the sea or anything in between. If ever, it was never interesting for me. 

The sea is a giant liar, separates the souls, leaves you heart-broken. The sea is an affirmation of a distance, a heartless boundary, a lonely place. 

In a simple way: I didn't find myself there.

How are you, old friend?

I heard some news about you, including the story about you and the sea.

Now I know that interest is inevitable. They come to you. Now I believe that when you are genuinely interested in one thing, it will always lead to something else.

So, tell me how was your last trip to the sea, will you?

Because now I am interested.

P.S Can I find you in the sea? You know where you can find me, it's still the same: under the trees, in the shady place.

Because I miss our laughter.

Sincerely,

Your friend

Picture taken in Peunaga Beach, Meulaboh, Aceh.

Two Sides

"I hate how an airport could give different feelings, even at the same time."

"I hate how it works, turning one side to another or, merging two sides at the same time, happy and sad."

"But at least it is my sign to know that I am already home, already back to you."

Picture taken in Changi, Singapore

Sands

"Even castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually."

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Later

Hey, you.

You know I'm writing this while doing my report. You know I'm not good at writing such beautiful lines and words.

But it was nothing until I found myself trying to write this.

You know I've always had a crush with this earth
You know I've always had a crush with the beautiful stones you ever told me, Rainbow Obsidian, or the Snowflake one.
You know I'm a bit nervous to have my first experience working on a site and you said, "Hey you, the coal girl!" pretty nice, I think.

You know the place that I've been dreaming of

You know the place where I want to find myself waking up under the sunrise, and falling asleep under the moonlight
You know the place where I want to find myself riding a bicycle or talking to my son: "Hey, it's snowing, put your jacket on and play outside."
You know the place where I want to spend the rest of my life, put the rest of my heart until my time runs out.

And you know, I long, as does every woman, to find her home, to be at her home wherever she finds herself

.....................

and to feel the warmth at the end of your shoulder, you my home

but I decided to stay outside
I'll come back home later
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On Conversation (I)

“If you were given a chance to be a man, what would you do?”

“Me? Well, I might look like any other man in general. Playing sports, watching football match at odd hours, doing extreme activities, flirting with girls, smoking, getting drunk, watching porn, and..... what else?”

“Dont you think, like, all of the things you just mentioned, somehow, are the most hated by females? And it’s going to be an obvious definition of, hmm bad boys?"

“Bad? Which side you consider as ‘bad’? Flirting? Smoking? Watching porn? Here I tell you, I believe someone’s traits were affected by factors in and out of him. Above all, what you considered as ‘bad’ were born and still running through their blood, they are running in their genes with a combination of hormones. They’re natural. If you dont want them there, then you should probably kill him and his cells, I mean his whole body.”

“What makes them different is how they can control and deal with it. If I were a man, I want to be a normal man doing what men used to do, no more and no less.  But I wish, I could control more and the most importantly, I would stop asking...’what if you were a man, what if you were a woman’.”

“Why?”

“Since men and women are genetically different. Since men and women have the different chromosomes arrangement. Since X and Y chromosome has distinct function and structure. Since the twins can be so much different. And since I’m only a human, not God, I dont have any priviliges to judge something.”

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