I'm become silent these days.
When I think of life.
I want to touch the sky.
But, the sky is too high.
I'm on the wrong planet.
Millenials are screwed.
I wish it was the 90s.
When everybody knew Song 2.
My brain was dead.
I didn't care anymore.
I just want to fly into the sky.
But, the sky is too high.
//Prihartono Agung. July, 10 2018.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Friday, July 6, 2018
HOPE
Plans fail most of the time.
Talking to myself.
Please don't bother me.
I just wanna hide away.
I hope it'll be better.
When the sun comes up.
I hope it'll be better.
When I meet my sunshine.
Discussion isn't relevant anymore.
It's gettin' worse.
Please don't bother me.
'till the end of the day.
//Prihartono Agung. July, 06 2018.
Talking to myself.
Please don't bother me.
I just wanna hide away.
I hope it'll be better.
When the sun comes up.
I hope it'll be better.
When I meet my sunshine.
Discussion isn't relevant anymore.
It's gettin' worse.
Please don't bother me.
'till the end of the day.
//Prihartono Agung. July, 06 2018.
Sunday, July 1, 2018
Berkontemplasi
Aku ingin layu bersama bunga.
Aku ingin tenggelam bersama senja.
Berkontemplasi bersama sepi.
Mendekonstruksi otak yang mati.
//Prihartono Agung. Circa July 2018
Aku ingin tenggelam bersama senja.
Berkontemplasi bersama sepi.
Mendekonstruksi otak yang mati.
//Prihartono Agung. Circa July 2018