Shaping Love

We never find any right answers to this kind of question
How we can keep being in love?
Without knowing someday we lost them
Turning into ashes
And burn yourself down

Ten years can not keep love survive
Time really looks like shit and hell
The longer you hold
The weaker you will realize
That love is cheaper than your tears

Should we take a precaution before being in love?
Because some people do not want to be ruined
Harmed and hatred by their own body

Peaking to the future is a sin
But maybe we can bring some hoping stuff
To shape the love that we dream of
That we want to aim
That we want to cherish

Will love ever understand?
For not stopping in the false land
Just in case we do not agree

Love should be controlled by our hands
So they won't become oversize
Because we do not have to provide a bigger space for it
Bigger thing takes time

Or can we just make a deal before love landing in the new place?
Delaying the flight just a couple of minutes
To discuss
Whether we should go home
Or fly

Let's dream together
Till we can certain what shape of love that we should accept.

Short Escape

Let's start the engine

The police will show up at nine

We have to leave before sunrise

The sooner the better

Feeling separated so far away

From my own flesh

Looking for a new soul

And happiness

Wake up honey

It's four in the morning

Wash your body

And take the key

To the beach

To the mountain

We drive along

With music on

I don't care if it's raining

As long as I don't see any buildings

And people complaining

As long as I travel with you

And enough money

This could be the continuous driving

We ever made

27 hours non-stop

And looking back to the bed we used to sleep

Next sunset is ready to catch up

It's time to put down the car

And having a nice cup of tea

I'll miss you

With the shortest time I had

Infinite Emptiness

We at least try to be a good person
Affected by the people we knew for a long time
Or people we barely knew
Even a stranger.

If you think you can change the world by being a good person
You might be wrong
They do not need your empathy or tears
Everyone needs non fiction result.

Still thinking about being a good person is hard?
I guess so
Do not assume if you keep quite for what you've seen
You can be called as a kind man
People will yelled at you
Calling you a scumbag.

Guilty will haunt you, endlessly
Like you will sleep like a baby no more
Chewing a bit candy
Instead of a shining wrapper.

You all gonna be doomed by assumptions
End up being a garbage
Throw out to a trash can no one will find.

The heart will ripped out
Trade the soul for the evil
Like what Nicolas ever did.

Defining Times

It's only twenty-four hours in a day

When others can do 5 kinds of task

While you only sit in the chair doing nothing

Merely having an empty stare or fluffy eyes

Sixty minutes can be used to dig a grave and growing a grass

While we only spending it by eating something pricey

But then lasts in photo only

What time is it?

You keep your hands busy to look for your phone to respond

While others would raise their hands to show off the time

How many times do you need?

More than everyone needs

Less than a death comes 

But longer to confess the sin respectfully

I can not tell people about my time

There's a tentative barrier during my setting

But still, time is a very important thing to me

And how I define time?

It's short thing that either you will take it or leave it

Depress you when you don't make it fully

Put a detail attention to the time that won't last

To the time that won't stay

Unless you reserve it like a rose in the garden

What's time for me?

A honey to the Pooh.

The Flaws

Morning won’t come any faster.

Not today, in the mid of summer.

The sun is up, but the wind blows hard.

A drizzle of the rain dropped, make all cars ugly.

With a slight of mud in the back of the trunk.

Nobody sees, they all have the same flaws.

Like exactly what people will look at you.

You let them see the pain, the more they don’t care.

Shittiest thing happened to many people.

Problems hit everyone on the road.

The ugly car won’t ruin your days, but the clean one does.

But the right thing will stay the same, don’t try to trade it.

Brain is a thing you trained by knowledge.

But feeling, something you can’t learn through machine.

It fits you, in any forms of shape.

They don’t see if you’re rich or ugly.

What makes people different?

The only answer you can get is by asking them.

Not only judge by the way they holding a cup of coffee.

Is there anything better than a don’t judge by it’s cover quote?

I don’t think so either. So do you.

Do not worry when someone hit your car in the middle of the rain.

The thing you have to worry about is, when the car hit people who walk in the road when it’s raining.

Be good, maybe they will do the same upon you.

In The Name of Losing

They never touch, or seduce me.

But my mind is high and loud, thought they will be coming after me.

Holding my breaths away and send them to the moon.

Trespassing the stars and meteors.

How I am so jealous of my own breaths.

They are the first thing will always come up with a super dream.

What else can I get?

The lightly sparks in the moon make my nerves calm.

Making my eyes shut, and my mouth dry.

There’s a soul in the moon land, in the name of curiosity and love.

Wondering what a soul can do in the place with no hope and tears.

Where else we can go?

They have not pick the other soul to sell.

For all I know, there’s only one stone in the dune, lonely.

The feeling transfers to my mind.

It sickening, how I will end up without no one fly to pick me up.

What else I can do?

The uncertainty of time is evil.

My soul becomes rough, freezing and weak.

Like your butter soaps in the end of the month.

I though I might die. Without knowing where’s my soul landed.

Who else will go to save mine?

Let the nature sum it up.

And tell me when I lie down in the grave for the name of losing.

The Happiness Project #2

In terms of searching for happiness

It's Diana Rikasari's book