undelivered messages

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW. PICTURES AND WORDS. OF THINGS I NEED TO SAY BUT CAN'T. THINGS THAT WERE SAID BUT NOT HEARD. SENT BUT NOT DELIVERED.

- Staring -

The city feels more quiet when you look up above. I wonder why.

- It’s There -

There are, in the middle of the ongoing happy spell you desperately cast on yourself, moments of bitterness, of sheer doubts and grief.
Blinking from time to time, like that tiny dot on a router, sending signals of existence, or a lack thereof. 

- At the end of the Day -

At the end of the day, everything will fall into places. And we will find our missing pieces. 

Mine in you, and yours in mine.

- Whisper -

It’s okay. It’s completely okay, whispered the wind.

- Approaching Darkness -

- Keep Calm -

And touch the clouds

- 6.05 pm -

Some time in October

- Reflection -

The quietness of the chaotic street. Through the reflection on the glass. I was thinking about you.

- Slipping Away -

I can feel it. You’re slipping away from my dreams.

- Justified -

I’m sorry Keun, but today I will selfishly convince myself that this rain falling down is a justification for my dreaming about things of another realm. I need this rain. 

- Bad Day -

"Nothing, really. Just had a bad day, that’s all." 

Wish I can tell you that, Keun.

- Aliens -

The thing is, Keun, when the rain comes down here, it comes with this otherwordly clouds that makes us all feel like aliens

- My Late Afternoon Reverie -

You know Keun,
I’ve been wondering, have you ever done something stupid with your life? 
I have. For so many times. 

- of rain that came too late in October -

It’s a rainy Thursday night in Jakarta. And as always, the rain that comes a little bit late, comes down hard. People are flocking the street under the flyover. Floods are everywhere.

I watch them all with my face plastered on the bus’ window, wondering,

Have you seen this kind of life before, Keun?

No, I don’t think you have.

- Wish -

I’m just trying, to keep thinking, not only that things will be alright, but also that things are actually alright, as they are now.

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