SEPTEMBER

So, here September comes

Again

And summer is gone

Autumn is welcomed

The leaves are dancing with the wind,

and the wind is blowing silently above the ground

The ground I am standing on

The ground you are lying inside

I...

I don’t want a September

I want...

you

But, now autumn is gone

And here winter comes

Freezing

Haunting

Still you are under the ground

Soundless

Moveless

But, I...

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want you

PERHAPS

 Perhaps, I should have never opened this door

and stepped outside

Perhaps, I am meant to stay inside,

sit in the corner of the room,

and warp myself with both pathetic arms

Alone,

and be friend with darkness,

emptiness,

loneliness

Perhaps, it is not my world,

my place,

my home

Perhaps, I ain’t destined to see the world as I wish,

and be someone I always want to be

Perhaps, I have no rights to speak

Or, perhaps, my voice is too weak to be heard,

and I am too small to be recognized

Perhaps, I am nothing outside this door,

but I am me as long as I stay inside

But, what are senses of being me without the world knows?

Perhaps, this key in my grasp is made for some reason

Perhaps, it is made to lock me inside once and forever

Perhaps, I should have thrown this key to somewhere unseen,

and never opened this door

Perhaps...

Perhaps....
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[BOOK TRAILER] ABOVE THE STARS

A Story about The Stars

Pembaca yang baik,

Aku harap kalian membaca ini dalam keadaan yang baik. Aku juga berharap dengan membaca ini kalian akan mengetahui hal-hal yang tidak mungkin disampaikan D. Wijaya dalam novel debutnya, Above the Stars.

Sebelum kita beranjak lebih jauh, mungkin ada baiknya kita berkenalan lebih dulu karena—apa kata mereka?—tak kenal, maka tak sayang.