2013-05-22 - 7:55 p.m.
It's a perfect sunny day;
bright but not piercing.
I can't find the words to say;
I only feel myself smiling.
You're also there,
as we walk along the beach.
We're quite an odd pair,
but I don't really care.
"You did the right thing."
That's what you keep telling me.
But wait.
Why does everything start to disappear?
What's happening?
I still want to be here!
In the darkness, I open my eyes.
It doesn't take long for me to realize:
I'm back to where I am;
the all-too familiar reality.
I have to do the right thing just to make ends meet:
Work.
R.
(Jakarta, 16/5/2013 - 1:50 pm)
