The Murderer

There’s a ball come to my yard. I feel so excited that I know someone will be here soon. I play the ball with my little brother corpse. He seems like that ball too.

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In my city, there's a myth about a moth.
If a moth enters your house, in that day, you'll have a guest. A special one.

The Unbeliever

As long as my life, I trust the words of no one. Because I know, that human beings are used to lie. So, in that evening, I still came to the old-empty-house to take my ball back. I ignored a warning from a little boy whom I met in the front of the gate.

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Oktober 2015

Selera.

        Aku tak pernah paham mengenai konsep ‘selera’ manusia. Beberapa orang menyukai sesuatu hal yang justru tidak disukai oleh orang lain. Beberapa orang menyukai hal umum, beberapa yang lainnya justru menyukai hal random yang aneh. Wajar memang, hanya saja sulit di prediksi. Tapi ternyata menyukai sesuatu hal, sesungguhnya tak pernah membuatmu rugi.

You're awake and dying.
Sleeping like a corpse while breathing.