Bings Ung

Bahkan malam yang paling diam, paling sunyipun tidak tahu jawabannya.
Mata itu mencari dalam gelap, seakan gelap kuasa menjawab.
Ia memindai satu titik, penuh pengharapan titik kegelapan itu mampu memberikan pencerahan.
Sesekali ia menadahkan kepalanya ke langit. Menerawang. Kemudian memejam. Lalu mencari lagi, "mereka bilang tong kosong nyaring bunyinya. Kupikir diam-mu berartikan pemahaman," ia memicing. Kecewa.

Jika Kamu Paham

Aku dan kamu banyak sama.

Separuhku kamu.

Disimilaritas dari kami hanya persemayaman sebelum bumi dan waktu yang menyelisihi. 

Boleh jadi tigapuluh jam, barangkali empatpuluh dua jam, yang pasti kurang dari empatpuluh delapan jam.

Terlepas dari seksualitas ini, 2/3 rancang bangun yang mengkomposisi budiku Ia hembuskan hingga merakit ia turut menyusunmu.

Seakan kita dari kepingan yang sama.

Kesatuan yang kini telah menjadi serpihan lalu Ia sebarkan ke dalam raga untuk membuat mereka tetap berbudi.

Serpihan yang mengkomposisi kami.

Aku. Dan kamu. Dan mungkin juga beberapa orang lainnya.

Tapi wujud ku di dunia tidak pernah jadi pilihanmu.

Barangkali belum.

Atau akupun tak mau?

DON

Don Matthew Ompusunggu

Breaking The Habits

“In order to make life’s more interesting, you have to break the habits, or do things that hesitate you”

Standing under the pouring rain has always been thrilling, especially when I was a kid. But as we grew up, we start to lose interest in lots of things. Maybe doing something that I have forgone a long time a go could make life not so tedious. Brings up the lose memory is always been nice.

Express what you really felt to someone is always been a hard thing to do. Especially when the person gave meaning into your life. I guess write things down has always been my favourite way to describe what I really felt and thought. When the truth is finally reveal through one own's soul. Even though assembling words not really is my specialty. Technology like BBM and email has been scrape out senses and meanings of a conception. Making the youngster less appreciate in processes. I suppose bring back the old way would be nice. Sending letter or post card that has been written with your thought and fill with the inaudible voices of your heart, just like the old days. Though the idea of it might be hesitating. The consequences through my action about the idea and the reaction of that person that we promptly assume could be troublesome. But assuming and thinking just make the idea less interesting and a hang back just make the curiosity unfulfilled. Sending an interesting post card and a simple wish would not be harming.

I even forget how the sun rise. How every livings greet morning with its warm hand. When the dark slowly fade away, lost in the embracement of the dawn. Remind me again once more in this attempt to fighting the tediousness.