“Buat apa punya pemerintah kalau hidup masih susah?” – sebuah coretan di dinding pinggir jalan -
Begitu baca itu, saya langsung tergelitik untuk mengoceh. Dalam hati. 824 more words
Music used to be my way of escaping reality.
I could listen to a song and drift away to another place where my problems didn’t exist, where I could step into someone else’s shoes and imagine life through their point of view. 416 more words
if i could write any better, this is what would I have come up with
There are a lot of big bad things. The world is full of them. They are smeared, and gray, and hovering over us. They hide behind suits, or masks, or collections of cells. 372 more words