Malang, 25 Januari 2015 I’m not sad. I’m not engulfed in grief. But when I write this, it feels so gloomy. Is it because I’m alone? It’s raining outside now. It’s not a heavy rain. This rain reminds me to some horror movies that I watched. The atmosphere is so quiet. Moonlight Sonata from Beethoven accompanies me to write. And you know, somehow I feel scared. It’s like something bad is watching me and waiting to catch me. Or it might be that bad thing is going to hurt them who are close to me. Maybe it’s just my wild imagination. This is not the first time I feel like this. When it comes to me, something bad happens. What’s going to happen? I got an unfortunate news from my father. He told me that my uncle Pak Ndan passed away this afternoon. Well, I feel so sorry about that and I sent him Al Fatihah. But, I’m not close to him so that news actually doesn’t make me in grief. So, why do I have this feeling? Something bothers me a lot. It’s like there is a rock which is stuc...
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