pada akhirnya, kita cuman punya diri sendiri

in the end, we only have ourselves

a sentence that immediately chokes me. at 3:55 am.

i suddenly remember those times when my days were surrounded by people,

some are friends, some are strangers

some are ex-lovers, some are just visitors

it's not just about the people, it has places and experiences.

when everything still works together, so certain that nothing can separate us even an inch. until I totally forget that, "times might be up, one day" and it is forced to stop.

all of that was taken away, until it was destroyed, dusty and leaving only memories.

the chairs we used to sit, the foods we used to eat, the laughter we used to hear, the songs we used to listen to, the times we used to spend, the places we used to go,

those. are. gone.

and it finds a new beginning. of us. it's just a little different because we do it by ourselves, individually.

and me, my own life... i say it often times, I'm just escaping. I'm here, unseen, more like hiding, not starting a new but just stay at the place where no one knows me, even when i do worse, no one would. instead of;

i'm still watching them, while missing the golden times. I'm still searching them, what's the news. and, i hope our paths cross again.

pahitnya lagi, ini akan selalu terjadi disetiap pertumbuhan. apapun yang kita jumpai, mereka akan menemukan waktunya, dan ketika waktunya sudah cukup, hal-hal diantaranya juga berganti. siapapun, semanis apapun jalannya, akan slalu ada yang pergi. dan yang tinggal, tetap diri sendiri. untukku, mereka dan hal-halnya akan slalu berbekas di ingatan yang pasti suatu hari nanti, mengenangnya slalu terjadi. mereka dan nilainya kusimpan khusus di sebuah tempat yang belum ada namanya dan semoga aku juga cukup menjadi sesuatu yang mudah diingat, seperti halnya aku mengingat mereka.