όνειρο, you.

Morpheus, again your eyes intertwined mine.

Behind this mythology, and ten thousand digital fireflies.

I  do not possess the beauty of Teles, nor Aphrodite.

For I am just a mortal stepping on the fiery ground.

Your eloquence enlightes me in this tragic era.

Like the fire and the rain.

No wonder I have not purely exist in your mind.

For I have not set the fire to the surroundings.

But what would Athena do?

What will I do?

She would tear every blocking walls.

Light the universe with her words.

Paint the constellation with unimaginable spectrums.

Until you, Morpheus, the dream, set your piercing sight on her.

And then our eyes will be intertwined again.

Physically,

Mentally.

Fiensh '12

Stardust

We were from two different constellations. I'm still running through the meteorites, while you're already chilling in the backseat of Pluto.

It feels like you're in another time and space. Not in this weather, or this situation, not even under this starless sky.

Do you remember this? Oh we have not even meet yet.

Inside

It was the year of steel, and I’ve lost my feel.

Turbulences have demolished my entire being.

And I, without regret, rode off the sunset.

No one was saved, but a runaway self.

There were childhood, there were lies, there was beauty, there was hope.

And I gave up all of my possessions,

And all I found was only a glimmering sunshine,

In the middle of a misty rainforest,

Under the spell of my fantasy.

As these lids opened up, there was nothing but white.

Thin layers of sheet, covering my head.

Nobody was there, this body was alone in a white room.

There was a door in the corner of the room.

And as I opened the door, someone whispered behind me.

‘Welcome to the dark side, welcome to the reality.’

I fainted.

Jakarta 1

My mind is lost in the middle of this busy city. Shackled by light pollutants, and buried under these irrelevant noises.

Nitrogen

I see the reflection of your shadow as the lonely yellow gas balloon passes by the empty sky.
Just like your shadow, it is heading to a lonely nowhere. Alone. In the dark. Waiting for the stars to fall in a spark.

Oneness

When I close my eyes, I see that you and I are two free spirits running in the woods, free from our shells and the in betweens.
One with the ground, fuse with the plants, roots tightened to each other.
Because in the end, you understand the storm and the rain like my presence, since we were raised under the storm and the rain. On the ground, plastered with the charming heat of the midnight sun.

Mesmerize me

If it is raining there, let the mist that we have here fuse with the night.
If it is shining there, let the dust that are scattered here collide with the light.
And when the silence comes, let me soak into your mind, growing deep inside your soul, believing, deceiving your illusions.

Nothing is missing here

Tu me manques. As if that person is a part of your limbs, or is constantly running in your blood stream, that you cannot step ahead of time.
Tu me manques. As if that person thinks about your soul, or is aware of your midnight growl, that the presence is needed to remain faithful.
Tu me manques. As if that person knows your mind, or understands every blinding lights, that you cannot live and fight.
Tu me manques. As if je te manque.

What is it?

What is it?
It suddenly reminds me of that beautiful sound in a rainy day, menacing, but lingering, waiting for another day.

The rain is still dropping outside the window, whispering her secrets to us who listen.
Tonight, the rain is talking about the lingering moon that appears brighter than usual. The moon is in love with the sun, she said.
I looked up several times to the dark blue sky above, but I did not see the moon. So, I shouted to the clouds. "Do not hide her! I am longing to see her glow to clear these thoughts." and they replied in a thundery choir "She is not hiding, she needs some time to be alone."
I whispered to the rain, telling her to wash away the moon's pain. "I can't", she said. It is impossible to defy gravity.
Truth be told the moon is too in love with the sun that she had to steal some of his lights to shine brighter tonight. Usually, she is very confident with her stolen lights, but tonight it burns.
It burns her to know that she does not shine. It burns her to know that everybody knows her lies.
The rain is falling harder, and for us who listen, she is laughing at our little rambles.

Blurts

It is very tiring and devastating to watch the invisible film of your life plans, and knowing that you can't reach it instantly. On the other hand, this invisible film gives you more power and motivation to create, and to build the film into a visible piece of reality. It comes to the conclusion that enormous and ambitious dreams are one of the most ultimate pushers in this era.

Some people, like me for example, are so ambitious about every single thing in life. It's almost like everything that I have planned whether it is realistic or not, has to be done as soon as possible. Oh and good lord, it is very very menacing. It feels like I'm too excited for the future that I often feel like my plans are already here living beside me. That sucks.

I'm starting to write and paint like a maniac again. This brain is hard to be put to sleep for a moment. Even in sleep, I'm working. Especially in the most lucid dream. I sleep with a sketchbook by my side lately, to make it easier to jot down every single thing that I encountered in the dreamland. So that I can paint it, or write a poem, or a narrative.

After that, I discovered this person, somewhere out there, his name is as big as Modigliani in his glory years, yet I feel like I have a connection with this particular being. No name dropping. However, this person is indirectly pushing me to work harder, I don't even know why. It's almost like the Dalinian effect, but this one is more realistic in a way that the person is still alive and kicking. It's almost like I'm head over heels over an alien. Mesmerised, and quite enmeshed in a way. 

Maybe I should stop being weird right now.

Anyway, enjoy every waking moment. Stay in the present. Don't hurry. Don't worry. Listen to Black Sabbath.