“It’s better to keep grief inside.
Grief inside works like bees or ants, building curious and perfect structures, complicating you.
Grief outside means you want something from someone, and chances are good you won’t get it.” -Hamann
Well, I am not trying to get anything here, so I do this ‘grief outside’.
These mumble jumble craps need to go somewhere, and writing it down is still a very best way to do it.
A Song of Mea Culpa
What do I hate the most lately?
one of other zillion things is saying “I TOLD YOU”
It means that I am right but it’s just too late.
The damage has been done and no fuckin’ way we can fix it
And I really hate this situation.
It has been two months and I know that you have been trying to win someone else’s heart
Yes,you, me, we are both stupid yet stubborn.
Looking at you is like looking at me in the mirror with dime light.
Sorrow, full of pain but always keep the believe that everything will go back to normal.
Although we know exactly, it won’t be the case.
We both knew that someone would get hurt but we just ignored it
Being right is not fun anymore.
It means someone makes mistake.
someone gets hurt.
Yeah, I know I can’t fix it. The damage has been done.
I can’t fix it.
Go ahead
Console her.
Rub her back.
I will watch you from afar, I will step back
and I will shout, keep shouting until both of you will never hear my voice anymore
MEA CULPA
MEA MAXIMA CULPA
Tunggal Pawestri 