One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
Poetry, Wisdom, Thoughts
I travel, always arriving in the same place.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
Poetry, Home, Literature
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
Creating means living.
Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Poetry, Wisdom, Solitude
Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.
With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.
Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
Sleep, Poetry, Wisdom
Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.
Poetry, Literature
Apakah hidup ini akan menjadi membosankan, jika hanya melulu soal patah hati dan perasaan yang tak berbalas?
Unrequited Love
A Poet never denies creativity entrance.
Poets, Creativity
It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.
Poetry, Sadness, Books
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