the conversation between my adoration and your gloomy eyes.

easter egg.

Have you ever felt so fast to fall into another deep void? Into another darkness, another emptiness? I am ready to fall into another one.

I like the idea of you, I listen to the most romantic songs of all time lately. I wanna live inside your silly little mind. I wanna be a beautiful note that comes out between your beautiful melodies. Nevermind, this is so silly.

This isn’t the first time I’m meeting you, I’ve ever taken a picture of you with your girlfriend 2 years ago. But this is the first time I saw you differently, also, secretly. I know that plenty of notes have the same hope as me, which makes it hard, I need to bury the keys near 3 of your friends and my other friends. But just them for this time, I don’t have the need to urge things and let everyone know who’s living in my mind rent free right now. I’m so glad they help me a lot, at least for now I’m happy with it. I’m happy to be a note that comes out of your piano, that you never recognize. Period.

So, it’s sorta an Adu Rayu right now. I don’t know who’ll be the Glenn Fredly, I’m Tulus.

I want you to be mine, with me from this day, there’s no other room for another love.

It’s not that poetic but I love the lyrics. Just so let you know, it’s Yovie Widianto. My version would be something that sounds like

We know that there are peachy, pink, purple lights around you, shining pulchritudinous to brighten your days and dancing playfully just to impress you. But, you need to look in the corner. You found the last melody to arrange your waltz, to perfect it, to embrace people with it every new year’s eve. I know you need lights, but we have lamps and sun anyway? But warmth? You can have tea and some melodies. I can be your melody.

And I’ll be the one who turned your tea cold after a long conversation about WWII. Can I? Would you? Would the world rely upon me or is it just another dump in my abandoned storage room?

Every paragraph I wrote here actually explains how you couldn’t be more careless about me. And you could realize how desperate I am to reach you.

Not a sincere poem. X.