Happiness is seeing your special one smiles. Happiness is traveling around the universe. Happiness is having an elite breakfast and classy dinner. (or even) Happiness is staying at home, acting like a sociopath.

Well, whatever.

Hujan di siang hari, dan aku terjebak karenanya. Mau tak mau, aku harus mencari tempat berteduh yang cukup nyaman karena aku yakin hujan ini tak akan berhenti hanya dalam waktu lima menit. Sebuah café di ujung jalan, terlihat cukup meyakinkanku untuk menunggu hujan reda disana.

“I saw a girl today at a café. She had no smartphone, tablet, or Laptop. She just sat there drinking her coffee. Like a psychopath.”

http://courtneygodbey.tumblr.com/post/11319718621/a-drawing-of-a-dark-haired-girl-drinking-coffee

Sore ini terlalu romantis untukku. Suasana café ini begitu sempurna: dessertyang imut dan manis, musik mellow yang memanjakan telinga, juga pemandangan pria yang tersenyum lembut di depanku. Bahkan turunnya hujan pun ikut serta menjadi pemanis suasana ini. Sempurna.

I cut my wrist, and there’s no a single drop of blood dripping down my hand. I felt no pain at all.

I was so envy, until I wanted to peel your face and use it as my mask. I was too envy, so I could pull out your brain to implant it into my head. I was deadly envy to steal your hands and replace mine.

But then, I was awaken as you.

And you were doing what I thought.