bandung, someday in 2016, with you little monkey, i hope so.

Saturday 22.30 A.M

Midnight rolls around, with your car's window down. Your eyes still wide awake, and the lamp lights outside reflected from them. I tilted my seat down, trying to shut my eyes while humming to whatever song you'd chosen. You smiled and run your finger through my head, then going back again to focus driving mode. I told you not to put Citizen on the player but, you insisted, you said it's okay, perfectly okay.

Long meadows and black trees are running fast outside, it felt like they left us behind. I started talking about my dreams, how it was destroyed, rebuild, and reform again. I told you about heartbreaks, and how it got me depressed. You nodded and held my hand as the night pass by, i really could see the universe from your eyes. It showed sincerity, the purest, from all i've seen.

You told me that it's always okay not to be okay, that everytime is the perfect time to be not okay, or just okay. You told me about your suicidal thoughts, about god, about what's not. It's never going to be enough you said, never.