film review – five feet apart;

(Yes, this is not a trick post because I am actually uploading a content here after a while. Bahasa Indonesia alert!)

the big bang theory of love;

I remembered

in our past lives,

the big bang theory of love;

I remembered

in our past lives,

hands;

Hands.

I think their existence is completely underrated, aside of being able to grab, hold, and touch objects surrounding you. All those intricate lines and different receptor made it possible to distinguish a lot of things. Temperature, texture, solidity, shape, and other various aspects.

What people has forgotten, is that hands kill. It’s easy to see people finding comfort behind a trigger, a sharp thing, or even a gizmo with letters on it screens. Cruel and unimaginable ones would come out and take lives, just like that.

For me, I love to use them to heal other people, with the art of physical touch. Whether it’s only my fingertips slightly meeting the back of my dad’s hands, or hugging my best friend whenever I come back to my hometown, or maybe caressing my little niece’s hair whilst she is falling asleep; I can feel them tingling as love comes out of the edges of my hands.

–c.l.

film review – every day;

It’s truly a miracle that I am back interacting with everyone who read this via my writings, eh? Hehe. A lot has happened in the last 6 months and it has been a roller coaster ride for my feels. Not much I could let out from my personal boundaries, but here I am, back to sowing my thoughts in this blog.

world-building;

I remembered

in our past lives

how to define a beautiful day;

If you think about that day again, it was truly a beautiful day.

The way the sun was not interrupted by the daily evening rain, the sound of the commuting train against its rail, busy steps of the people around you, and the smell of the books you were bringing home.

But at the end of the day, your heart decided it was a gloomy day despite the sun, despite the scent of the old books you love, despite the crowd that accompanied you the whole day—all because one person just didn’t love you enough.

—c.l.

in terms of love;

in terms of love,

she had always been capable

of loving a lightless pit

people told her to stay away from

and deciding to dive into

the unfathomable depths

inside of him.

—c.l.

#2018firstpost: 30 Days Writing Challenge

First post in 2018, yes, I know.

Well, hello and happy (one month late) new year to all of you who reads this!

I still haven’t gone back into my writing mode, but this picture piqued my interest—it’s a daily challenge, and I thought writing them as they are would be extremely mundane. Hence, I will upgrade the challenge into another form of writing: I will tell my answer the way I write my excerpts, complete with the narration.

So… let’s begin, shall we? I hope this might cultivate positivity into my mind, or even your life!

a letter;

To the one I used to love before,