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.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

My sweetest Mistake

the moon was rising when you started to walk,
wearing anything which make any man starred,
you completely ignored all the laugh and bark,
your ignorance was an adorable bait for me,
It was a mistake to touch your skin,
held your body tight and kissed your lips,
love? affection? lust? They were nothing but a taste,
taste of my mind which was really sweet,
so part of my soul was taken by you,
my heart was always tried to fill the hole inside,
my senses was crumbling looking for the same feeling again,
before I know it, I was addicted to you,
you, my sweetest mistake...

posted by booms2x | 6:29 PM

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