A fine drive at the speed of 60-80km/hrs in my black Katana early in the morning. No air con, a half opened window... please, i'd like to feel the fresh air blowing on my not so long hair like i care. Bogor is the destination.
A cold breeze, a hot coffee, a clear view of a mountain, on a veranda of my empty sister's house. Sussssh! A bird just sat on the tree.
A laptop, A tick tack on the keyboard... a story about a guy who is trying to stand up for what it's right with his own way. An I tunes clicked a song from Damien Rice...
Cold, cold water surrounds me now And all I've got is your hand Lord, can you hear me now? Lord, can you hear me now? Lord, can you hear me now? Or am I lost?
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