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It was the last day of May that you told me to wait and for me to have faith, that one day, a reverse goodbye. Back then I asked why did you have to be away anyway? I questioned if we would be okay. Asking a compromise, perhaps just until next Sunday? I pleaded that you'd always stay. But alone, you need time to retrace your own way. Despite your absence, I promise that I will not sway. Today

I wonder if it was the lack of thinking or the absence of inspiration,       that I was unable to come up with anything worth reading.                   My eyes were glued to the white screen I was trying to scale over,             yet there were no signs of movement from my fingers.             Words would not flow despite my efforts to dive down below             the surface of my feeling.

A beauty, buried underneath layers of mystery. Far down below unnoticed, undiscovered, Her life is a history and now her body merge slowly With the earth, resting peacefully. A beauty, among the deep dimmed galaxies. Up above million miles, beyond unreachable, She shines endlessly, carries on carrying ancient memory, And a wisdom, only for me to see. A beauty, scattered in the air, floating

I am very addicted to reading manga. I think I've read over 350+ manga in my whole life, it's probably more than even average native Japanese people have ever read. Reading manga is one my favorite things to do to fill the time in between activities. Manga are divided into short chapters and have less dense narrative compared to novel, caused by the use of illustration - often that the

Around 14:00 PM Western Indonesia Time (GMT +7) today, social medias such, as Instagram, Facebook and Whatsapp, have been restricted in some areas by Indonesian government in order to curb hoax from spreading following the presidential election result announcement on 21st and the riot on 22nd in Jakarta. According to CNBC, the restriction will last until 25th May. This is the first social media

Do you remember this old image, big brother? Of our village with endless summer. Where old farmers tenderly tending their rice fields in the evening, and lively kids flying a large kite next to a river, as the mosque howling with a call for prayer. And familiar wind blowing, stroking our hairs, as we ran toward nearby small kiosk, without care. A still movie of our day when the time were still

Glory to your brain movie, Imagery vividly, playing backward, beautifully. A green backyard and a little creek, wet air, so fresh and so clean. Yellow sunflower enjoying morning sun shower and pretty fence in between the trees and the fallen leaves under a tiny pond with countless ripples. And your lover, with you, happily kissing. Yet blurry behind the watery screen, a figure, a scene from