Some of my dedication to Murakami's masterpiece and many books of his

Some people may starting to like him, there is no harm result by loving him, cause loving him is not a sin or forbidden. Loving him is like getting so much energy come inside through the brain to the heart, flushing around cheek and ear. Soundless meaning, but lovable thought. Writing about him is difficult somehow, you just can not put as beautiful as he wrote on every single pages.

I never write a full review of his novels, but I assure you that I always amazed on how he finished the stories. He fulfill my knowledge and imagination, my vocabularies and strange love definition. I'd like to thank him on his birthday a month ago, but unfortunately I forgot to continue this ode to his masterpieces.

Celebrate a happy moment never have an expired date.
Happy Birthday, Murakami.

Love,
N

The Worst Month

To think that I won't be agree

If new year gave you wonderful spirit

Unless it brings you money.

I think welcoming a new month is a good thing

But turns out to be not as good as what everyone thought.

I thank God that this month is pass.

Eventhough it isn't as fast as December lasts.

Wishing me always get higher believe and cheerful day.

May everything and money be with me.

The Outlier

Something puts me back to the time when I am no longer having pain

No longer having moods and interests

The worst is yet to come

But I can tell

Not that I am a fortune or future teller

I just feel it, but with no worries

Nothing worries me much

Except when I can't drink when I am thirsty

Coming to a stage where I have no guts for anything

Having no interactions with anyone

Becoming an outrageous almost mature woman is not easy

I do not avoid vivid or lucid reality

But it looks more like a bad dream

So I just want to wake up and walk

Breathing with the different kind of air

Talking with no focus on the brain

And anything that cause me nothing

I was confuse before

My head feels like a blank paper with no ink

I can not think or argue

I am becoming an outlier to my own self

Can not defense what my head wants

And can not beat up what my heart needs

Tap and fill me to your deepest well

So we can think together

So I am no longer become a lost flesh without bone

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