So this is where everything goes down. When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.

Hari lalu memberiku pelajaran bahwa, selalu ada yang tak bisa kembali sekalipun mati-matian diperjuangkan.

Aku lari dari dunia yang kian fana lewat kata-kata. Kata-kata, sesungguhnya hanya kata-kata yang tak bermakna apa-apa, kadangkala. Tetapi jika bersama kata-kata aku bisa menggila dan bersuka ria, mengapa tak meracau saja? Jangan percaya dengan setiap yang kukata, sebab setiap penulis sesungguhnya adalah pendusta. [Berisi segala racau kacau balau seperti biasa, puisi yang tidak pernah jadi, tidak akan banyak konten bahagia, karena hidup sudah terlalu bersuka cita}

oneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!