10.37pm WIB

Dear the lovely moon. And the shining stars of course.

I need you to dance with me tonight.

No, please dance with me everyday.

Under the tree. Under the deep blue sea. Under the sky where we can be free.

It's a windy night.

I'm wearing my best dress from my old dusty wardrobe.

It's turquoise-light blue in color and it's worn out.

With my own bare feet - the best shoes I've got.

I hope you like it.

Do I look pretty to you? Do I mesmerize you?

I don't know, because you never told me.

Hold my hands and take me with you.

Look at my eyes and burn the hatred.

In this tiny little garden, fill with buds.

Make it bloom! Make it blossom!

Make me smile till my upper eyelid meets the lower eyelid.

Make me laugh till I cry.

No, I don't want to play this sick hide - and - seek anymore.
Neither the peek - a - boo.

Come out. Come out. Where are you?

I prefer to pour the cold milk into a bowl of cocoa cereal rather than fighting.

The fishes fly. The birds swim.

Weird world it is.

We are weird,  and weird makes everything impossible becomes possible.

I hope you could be my heart.

You will know how slow it pumps...nearly stop.

I hope you could be my channel of tears.

So you will know that it already dry for crying...and still I am...

Sometimes

Sometimes, you won't get a second chance if you took the first one for granted.

Sometimes, you don't have to be that nice to people.

Sometimes, when you laugh at people and make fun of their mistake, maybe you should look at your own self. Maybe you are more pathetic than them.

Sometimes, I wish I could be someone...or be with someone who I can't be with.

Sometimes, I wonder, what if I haven't choose what I have chose? What would I be? Who I might be now?

Sometimes, I think I am the best, the prettiest, the smartest and the coolest of all. But most of the time I'm just a boring nerd who easily being fooled.

Sometimes, when I feel like life hasn't be nice to me, I just want to sit alone on the rooftop in the middle of the night with my fat cat staring at the stars and the moon and cry until the tears get dry. Ironically I'm afraid of the dark. And I don't even know how to get to the rooftop.

This is me. Empty.