Dec 22, 2011

Some Songs are (mirror of my) Life

Terkadang ketika mendengarkan satu lagu tertentu, ada keping-keping kenangan yang menyusup masuk tanpa diundang. Memicu ingatan yang lama terkubur, yang membuat saya heran karena saya masih mengingatnya walau sudah entah berapa banyak tahun terlewati. Memang ingatan manusia sangatlah hebat, masih menyimpan segala detil kejadian selama masa hidup, tapi semua itu tidak membuat kita gila, karena ingatan-ingatan itu hanya muncul ketika kita ingin mengingatnya atau ada sesuatu yang memicunya (seperti lagu-lagu tertentu). 

Ingatan yang muncul diam-diam itu seringkali membuat saya tersenyum getir, karena kebanyakan dari lagu-lagu itu membawa rasa pahit manis alias bittersweet.  Mungkin pada suatu masa, kejadian yang terkait dengan lagu itu membawa saya terbang ke awang-awang. Dunia terasa Indah dan lagu itu membuatnya sempurna. Tetapi dengan berlalunya waktu, rasa manis itu perlahan memudar. Dunia tak lagi sempurna. Saya kembali menginjak bumi. My rose tinted glassed sudah terangkat. Yang tersisa adalah kenangan dan rasa itu: bittersweet.

Dec 20, 2011

The Boy You Can Talk About Everything



But now, talking to you is a rare treat, especially during weekdays. We just go on our separated ways and lifes.

Do we can only talk when we meet face to face? It is hard when you are talking (read: chatting) with all other people but me (in the sake of your job, you say). I’m afraid this lack of communication just separates us furthermore, despite the distance that always be our obstacle. 

Now, it is a common occurrence for not talking at all during the day, even for just saying hello how are you? It is also very common to not knowing what you have done or feels each day. All the emotions, the stories, the life, just buried under and sometimes, when we are remember of that part of the day, we will talk about it during week end. But it is only during weekend.

I don’t want to feel complacent without you by my side. I don’t want to feel that I’m okay with or without you; because what we are for if we no longer need each other? Then we just two people who meet during weekend.

We only shared our weekend life, not our life.