Overcaffeinated Random Thoughts: Part 5.00

There she is. With the thought that she’s smart Barbie doll, with great fashion taste and a troop of fans; stalking on and talking about her.

But for me, there’s nothing special about being famous.
When people are around without any intention to be friends.
When people care about what happen in your life without any intention to help.

Overcaffeinated Random Thoughts: Part 4.60

All I saw was the sight of better form of poverty. I call it ‘better’ because all went in colors and not really bad that flies and cockroaches were visibly in the middle of everywhere. No it wasn’t that bad at all. Only all were cheap and suck. Like cheap glittery t-shirt or cheap high heels. Cheap make-up and cheap straight hair. Cheap dream and cheap chit and chat.

What I saw was reality. And it made me more cynical about it. Reality that we are poor people, from poor country, with poor surroundings, and how we are really poor about everything.

Overcaffeinated Random Thoughts: Part 4.30

The tales of two cities bother me everytime I go to the third one. Like I have to spin around and pretend that I’m a sea starfish. I don’t know how they built the tower, and the wall, while they also built the garden, and the playground. How they made such straight roads while they made right and left turns How they climbed up the sky so we can use the elevators now. They keep to much secret from me and every homeless guy on the lightless streets. They never tell us the code and the poetry. They let us wonder forever.

Overcaffeinated Random Thoughts: Part 4.00

Morning has come again, left the dawn. And we’re getting closer to twenty. At least we will be something: twenty something. With so much repetition. The same music, the same bad news, and we can’t even arrive on (sipping the coffee) Port Moresby.

So many destinations in this earth that they make a spider web. A vast vast vast spider web. At least it’s a proof that we’re not alone. Even when we die, and buried underneath a miles square of beautiful green grass and white cross signs, we’re not alone. Many have come before us and after us. Maybe more. Maybe less. Mabe the same. The same bad and heartbroken.

Overcaffeinated Random Thoughts: Part. 3.80

I feel not like stop writing right now. There’s so much time left on the empty bench of surrealism, too much space to see the stars, too cold air for no more cup of coffee. The words are still gifted to me that I worry I have to clean my wardrobe and have some cm squares empty so I can save some there. Oh well. I don’t need it anyway. I think I want to draw. Just right now.