Better Days

No one will ever understand. Unless you explain No one will ever hurt. Unless you sympathetic. No one will ever hate. Unless you interfere. No one will ever see. Unless you show. No one will ever know. Unless you tell . No one will ever hear. Unless you speak. No one will ever agree. Unless you give in. Giving in. Is that a desperate or brave thing ?

It's one am, when my mind loves to muse. I listen to Louis Armstrong's music, What a Wonderful World, with Kenny G's instruments. "I see trees of green, red roses too- I see skies of blue, clouds of white- The colours of rainbow, so pretty in the sky- And I think to myself, what a wonderful world." What makes my life interesting? I keep wonder about it. I keep search the appropriate reason. In that way, I've found; graduate college, make my own income, make my parents proud, explore Indonesia, fly abroad. But, there is a thing that makes my life way more interesting. Home. Wherever I travel, whenever I go, whatever I see, home is my final destination. There, my finish line hangs.

It's been 17 days. Yep, only 17 days. Pft, 17 days? Totally short time. Didn't even reach a month. But I'm starting out of control. I just need to sleep in my own real bedroom. I just need to sit and lay in my orange couch that straightly faces the 40" television. I just need to eat healthy snacks --watermelons, mangos, melons, bananas, and apples that my mother buys. I just need to spend a day with my high school friends and a night with my childhood friends. I just need to see my parent, my family, my home.