“Do not fall in love,”

I said to myself.

“not anymore.”

I held my head high—

        –then I saw him.

        Spreading his smile,

        like a crescent moon,

        in the middle of July.

        Destroying my soul,

        with a pieces of hope,

        that once had been lost.





A Letter for My Childhood

Dear me the old me,

its been 15 years,

since I considered myself as a child.

long time, huh?


how are you?

I bet you’re still laying on your bed now,

or laying on the grass, hiding in the garage where Mama couldn’t find you. (believe me, she knows where you are. She’s just pretending.)

or you might still playing with your teddy bear–oh! how is Mr. Bear? are you still feeding him ’til now? let me remind you that he doesn’t like the taste of your cake, so don’t force him to eat those cakes.


speaking of which,

I miss you so much.

I miss the time when we did just play.

not homework,



I miss the time when all we want is just cookies.

not money,




Anyway, tell Mama and Papa to always maintain their health.

tell them that the ‘me’ now, is really, really missed them.

and for you,

Dear the old me,


don’t grow up.


it’s a trap.




What If…?

What if–

your life is monstrous,

but his life so much great than yours?


What if–

you could see him everyday,

but you could never reach him in light of day?


What if–

he smile in front of you,

but his smile is not for you?


What if–

you think that he’s into you,

but everytime he walks,

his steps is not to you?


What if–

What if–


What if,

everytime he says “I love you”,

you suddenly wake up,

from your dazzling dream?