Walking down the road

It is the rain of my soul and poured when the storm raging in my mind. When feelings and logics are tangle between right or wrong and win or lose. They are raising many funny questions and silly confusions along the line. These all are happening because I'm walking down the road I choose.

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Location: Paris van Java, West Java, Indonesia

I was born in Bandung, April 1976, and spent most of my education time in that same city. Living in a cool town with a moderate muslim family, somehow become important factors that carving my character. I'm a big fan of any satay, pempek and rujak (anything sweet-lah), and I created this notes as a place where I can write everything that crossed my mind. This writing is more like a journal, footsteps I leave behind as reminder mostly for myself and probably for my descendants. If you, readers, able learning one or two good things from this notes, that was really more than my expectation. Yet if I wrote something wrong or you have different opinion from mine, please let me know, will you? You also have to excuse me for that matter because I'm aware I'm no writer at all.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

I'm just a simple man and also stupid one

It's not orange, and it's also not pink,
these eyes are used to see black, grey and white,
It's seems excotic one but not so fast,
cause looks can be deceitfull.

I tried to observe further, see to the edge,
what lies beyond I still don't know,
a wave caught me back to shore,
started to where I began my journey.

So I tried again to move back and forget things,
desire, hope, curiosity, thinking and will,
surprising, I enter a black hole in my journey,
and I started back to the point where I began.

I really don't know what is it?....a sign? a mark?
they just keep coming around in my head
mixed and confuse every step I make,
really I'm just a simple man... and stupid one too.

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