unidentified feeling

I remembered doing fine
Then recalling the past memories of mine

Judging every single day I've stepped

With me, with my life, with my mind, and with my heart

It's kinda boring, I guess

Without anyone else coming with me

But still, I treasuring those events

Those aren't poetic,

but what can I do?

I was left here alone

with no love to remain, even in silent

DREAMS

I have dreams

You have dreams

Let’s share ours

We are young

We are free

Countless dreams will be done

Regreted time is only the past

Focus only on our hopes

The things we want them to be true

Salatiga, March 25, 2011 (just had a nice talk with peers)