Space for Brabus

A couple of weeks ago, as I laid on my bed, exhausted as usual, I thought to myself…what if this life right now is just a dream? Maybe, just maybe, if I closed my eyes and concentrated hard about where I wanted to be, I would wake up from this dream.  So I closed my eyes, visualized of that place really hard, then I opened my eyes…and unlike Hiro Nakamura, I found myself still in my room.

Then, the funny thing is that the next day, when I met up with some old friends, one of them said that last night she dreamt that her life right now was just a dream.  In that dream, she woke up and was running through her previous normal course of life, busy and happy.

Is it a sin if we wished this life, right now, is just a dream?  I just want to wake up…

"dalam hitam gelap malam
kuberdiri melawan sepi
di sini di pantai ini
telah terkubur sejuta kenangan
dihempas keras gelombang
dan tertimbun batu karang
yang tak kan mungkin dapat terulang

wajah putih pusat pasi
tergores luka di hati
matamu membuka kisah
kasih asmara yang telah ternoda
hapuskan semua khayalan
lenyapkan satu harapan
kemana lagi harus mencari

kau sandarkan sejenak beban diri
kau taburkan benih kasih
hanyalah emosi

melambung jauh terbang tinggi
bersama mimpi
terlelap dalam lautan emosi
setelah aku sadar diri
kau tlah jauh pergi
tinggalkan mimpi yang tiada bertepi

kini hanya rasa rindu
merasuk di dada
serasa sumpah melayang pergi
terbawa arus kasih membara"

- Mimpi by Anggun -

A remake of a 70s (or 80s…not really sure) Indonesian movie got out in theater some times ago. It’s called “The Storm Will Definitely Past” (Badai Pasti Berlalu). Compared to this storm, my life problems are nothing…if you want me to talk in the weather-y term, cloudy with 50% chance of drizzles is more like it. We all know that storms will past, they will come and go. But, what about the clouds? the drizzles? What if they just…won’t…go…away…?

Pet peeves of the moment: beautiful people, with their secrets, shared glances, and small talks.