Rants of A Voluntary Sufferer

I'm sick of having not even one person left on this earth who would care enough to listen to my rants about how much sickness I am feeling; not of you, but of myself for being continuously deluded by your manipulative sweet talks. I'm sick of this sickness as much as they are sick of my every word every time I make a sound; for my every word is based on my every thought, and my every thought is processed in my mind, of which...

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The Power Behind the Pain: Mount of Merapi

[This article is as seen as published on Kanekin online magazine] Stepping on a land where thousands of history were made and getting to learn the stories by heart; those are the things that a true traveler should pursue other than mere eye-catching panorama or even photogenic spots. Places contain stories, and so does the Mount...

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Not A Fairytale

Princesses with long hairs and crowns on their heads, wearing floor-touching nightgowns, while being guarded in lavish mansions, attending classic dance balls, crossing paths with anticipated kings from certain kingdoms, and ending up marrying one of them— oh, the cliches of fairytales. But if I was to believe in fairytales, and the beauty in the stories; if I was to avow my conviction toward the idea of a magic lamp and the...

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The Ghost in Distance

Had I never pressed the playback button, I would never have to find myself crawling out of the pain caused by the absence of the figure I used to consume day and night—the pointy edges of your shoulders, the messy hair strands of yours, and the pair of lips that goes in accordance with the motion of your beautiful but piercing words. Had I never laid a hand on the camera, I would never have to find myself digging through the...

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Why Did You Ask?

Why did you ask me to explain everything in detail, when your mere presence already brings me into a state of loss for words? Why did you ask me why I was acting weird, when your attentive stare is what makes me wonder how should I behave? Why did you ask me if I was sleepy, when I would never want to close my eyes with you in my sight? Why did you ask me to rest, when your shoulder is where I would lie my head onto? Why...

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It's A Who

They say only a fool would fall for you,but I know I am not.Because of all things—every move you made I observed,every step you took I followed,every ally you had I approached,every outfit you wore I remembered,every place you hid in I discovered——with my entire ingenuity had I succeeded in performing all those,but still I failed;in bringing every piece of your heart into my world,and escorting every piece of you into my arms.If...

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The Theory of Gravity

Gravity is not responsible for people who are falling in love, they say. If that is the case, then I should be floating in the air right now; not knowing how to stand on my feet and instead trying to grip onto something rigid that sticks to the unshakeable wall in order to find the balance between my physical body and the atmosphere—but in fact, the only thing that I wish to put into balance is nothing but my heart and my...

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Boundaries of Ego

If houses were created with no roofs, the beautifully patterned constellation of the stars in the dark night sky would be what our eyes would see before we close them and lay down to sleep. If rooms were created with no walls, privacy would be no more than a hallucinatory fantasy that we would possibly risk higher stakes merely for the sake of detaining the deadly secrets we own to stay in ambush. If lawns were created with...

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