Archive for September, 2009

September 26, 2009

Words; #2

by Kevin Aditya

Photo by Briliansy, I only retouched it and added text… and hey it’s on icanread!

Most of the times I’m this skeptic, apathetic person that visions life based on facts and reason, relies not on the taste and beauty but rather on the more logical science and statistics. What I need is not opinion but a concrete solution for those daily problems. But one thing I began to notice is that on happier times lately, like these holidays when pace of life goes calming and the need to hurry vanishes, the old romanticism in me blooms back inside:

The need to slow activities down, to be more attentive to our everyday little details, to take a seat and feel the flow of life around us. Killing time reading magazines, watching crappy romantic flicks, walking around the city with fellas and saying hello to the stray dog on the road… life ain’t grand, but the joy is all around us.

September 6, 2009

The lull of the evening

by Kevin Aditya

Night draws in, and I’m sitting silently in the Cititrans on my way to Jakarta, the beloved iPod is steadily delivering tunes from Copeland’s Eat, Sleep, Repeat. Hungry and alone in the darkness, the eerie piano from track 5 Love Affair starts straight to my ears.

Fell past a cheekbone hill to a piece of her floor,
The hope of the world in an awkward spill.
Oh, she’d lie on her bed and stare into harsh white light,
And think that her heart’s not right.

Getting darker as seconds pass by, I stare into the black outside.
Cars swish by with their headlights glaring. Flash and flash and flash.
The introspective loneliness of a night ride starts creeping up my spine, again.

Times like these, I could embrace those buried feelings, retracing what I have done and which path am I currently on as the result.

No company whatsoever, but maybe it’s alright…

‘Cause love took her hand like a thief,
took her heart like a robber
and the feelings that scare her become her relief.

I try to find full moon, but the whole sky is a black bowl emptied of its stars cereal.
I try to catch glimpses of raindrops, but the road is as dry as a feeling could be.

Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want.
Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want.

I end up staring plainly back into the unreal, relating to what the song could become, to my imagination.

And so I just repeat these singing words to myself

In a flash a heart is slain, you have to ask in all this pain
Was your heart too soft?
Was your love in vain?

Was your kiss too weak?
Were your eyes too tight?
And much too young to be in love,
Much too young to be in love?

“Life’s still long… plenty of things to catch ahead, but none of the silly immature love”
Who said it? No, it’s just my head consciously rephrasing the words to me.

It’s just the everyone’s Jakarta-Bandung. 200 km of nothing new to me, but now I understand how long lonely travels could redefine personality.

Just let me run where I want to run.
Just let me love who I want.
Just let me run where I want to run.
Just let me love who I want.
Just let me run where I want to run.
Just let me love who I want.

There are no rules for this love.
Just keep your head and don’t give up.
Like all the fools who play it smart.
Lose your head just for your heart
Just for your heart…

And so in the midst of darkness I drift into the land of dreams where reality could have been better.

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