In some parts of life I have seen through the eyes of my heart, and breathe from the cleaves of my eyes. For so many reasons I have found darkness through the brightest lights in the sunny days and found the deepest bliss through the darkest nights in suffocation. The thought right now is to be thankful, through life-love-lovelife lessons I could never get from any other moments in life. It is as if I am looking down while flying on a blimp; when you could fall and drop your courage in an instant. Such visions, might be overcoming in nights past twelve in every state of my thinking line. When two weeks ago I was spending a lonely time through the city, I was partly enjoying what people might be looking for in days and nights through their loneliness. Carving through woods and trees… and I might be overlooking through carving through people and splash of pudddles and running in the rain and fighting over small things on the street, or even carving through the darkness in the city of lights that are followed by thousands of human’s breaths that smell thoroughly no longer breathable through these contaminated lungs and polluted minds. Then I ran away piercing through the crowds that stare with laughter of suffocation and pain, through those rainy days and lonely nights and peaceful hearts. Then I sip through one beautiful smell of sight in front of me; a cup of Mandailing coffee. As a witness it tries to test the endurance of my loneliness in the city of ignorance. I have found such beautiful loneliness in the core of this crowded mind. Walking block-to-block, heart-to heart, the smell of gorengans and abang becaks and the smell of tattooed sins and holy waters rush through my running minds. Dancing clowns and expensive hearts, cheap minds and tortured restless souls, I am glad to find this healing. Strangers. Deep conversations. Good-hellos from passer-by’s, prayer time at dawn. When the rain starts to fall, this lonely heart continues to go through its journey through time and the city of gorengans and abang becaks and city of lights that are followed by thousands of human’s breaths that smell thoroughly no longer breathable through these contaminated lungs and polluted minds, corrupted hearts. With this, I no longer care. Such a lonely heart has found its healing beauty through the crowds and filths of this city that lights up continuously, that shuts down nonethelessly. Thank you, God, for this safe escape through You and loneliness, through this priceless journey and self-happiness. I am safe on my own :)