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.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

do I grow up?

Falling love, thousands feelings, broken heart, one feeling,
so now I felt a thousand and one feelings,
each time will be the same, yet questions are different,
for the first is what and what?
for the second are when and where?
for the third are why and how?
do I grow up after all those?
am I chasing a mirage? a fata morgana on dessert of life?
where is the spring water to quench my thirst?
which way should I take? do I take the right direction?
more questions with no answer, many thoughts with no solutions,
do I grow up in loving someone?
I wish I do... If not, tell me please...
cause I wanna learn... to love...

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