head in the clouds

photo by: Keumala Cintaku jauh di pulau, gadis manis, sekarang iseng sendiri Perahu melancar, bulan memancar, di leher kukalungkan ole-ole buat si pacar. angin membantu, laut terang, tapi terasa aku tidak ‘kan sampai padanya. Di air yang tenang, di angin mendayu, di perasaan penghabisan segala melaju Ajal bertakhta , sambil berkata: “Tujukan perahu ke pangkuanku saja,” Amboi! Jalan sudah bertahun ku tempuh! Perahu yang bersama ‘kan merapuh! Mengapa Ajal memanggil dulu Sebelum sempat berpeluk dengan cintaku?! Manisku jauh di pulau, kalau ‘ku mati, dia mati iseng sendiri. (Chairil Anwar, 1946)

My poor 1,3 mega pixel phone's camera can't stand it. It’s getting dark. The night starts to crawl. As the sky begins to change color to a thicker grey, the sun shaped  like an orange ball with a bright yellow tinge in the middle. It slowly goes down, prepares to hide under the sea. The light left can no longer irradiate the sea and the sand. When the shadow of the inanimate begins to fade, everything now looks like only a silhouette. 

the path has been taken, the road has been passing, the journey not yet ending.    Halo. good morning Miss Java-on-a-far-away-land. i don't know when will you read this mail, but i start writing it on 10.27pm. i said good morning, because morning, for me, is a good time. morning means one day passed, and another one to spend as well as possible.  so here i am reading your letter; shaking and nodding my head. for honest, i don't know what to say. your childhood seems terrible; you grew up as a clever-bad girl; you craved for love; running away and tried to seek another place to be your sanctuary. but you ain't got it, because that place had been your sister's second empire.  .... you ran away and led by satanic voices; jumped down to the world of word; you started to write and saw light from your dark side.  ... Dear Miss Dina, i did not have a perfect childhood.  i was raised by my grandparents.  i learnt things and values, ...