A dream house of mine

As it was a clear vision, I draw picture.As the picture about a dream house, I made a first step.As the first step done, I am here in my dream house.As Iam dreaming, I am there, in a dream house of mine

It was you 

I stood under a big tree, wearing uncomfortable t-shirt, watching a white massive door, thinking about nothing for hours,for some reason.It was you.. 

That song 

That song somewhere on the wall, you’re there.That song  I listen to , you’re someone.That song I sing, you’re in white.

WAS IT STILL DARK ? 

It was dark when a coma came to offer a dot .I climbed a pile of books. I sat somewhere in the dark. I read and hoped the dot clearer and could be touched.The lights crawled onto the pages. I saw my tomorrow, the dot was there

I want to be what I’m not

I was sitting inside orange. Through a dirty windows, I saw soul of mine busy searching a future, sitting on a desk of dirty white room of old building. Some future searchers were there,too. Every time passing that building, my mind started drawing. It was a word, sometimes a sentence. I dreamt to be what I wasn’t. Now, I am  what I wasn’t. I am still dreaming to be what I’m not

KERETA, SEPERTI BIASA! Mata, telinga,  berdesak. Raung mengganggu, mengetuk gendang telinga.Mata menolak, menghindar  belalak.Raung itu tetap, mengecil, menghilang. Mata kembali menutup pintu kelopak.Besok telinga kembali mengetuk, pada jam yang sama