One Humid (Almost Mid-)Night in My Room
22 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Life, quite heavy post
It’s 11 past 3 in my laptop watch. The AC has been broken for two days, so I had to drag this big fan into my room. Just like any other night, my old radio is playing the same station and I’m staring at the old models and the world map on my wall. I wonder about the power of words. They can be very powerful, and sometimes that scares me. The peach-colored post-it still sticks on my world map, just around Indonesian territory, saying “ANYWHERE BUT HERE.” Those words, those very simple words that were written when I was so depress and angry, is somehow…magical.
Tonight, those words help me strong again.
