along with decisions to make
No sense of familiarity
Comfort zone is once again, an illusion to be
Do you love me,
or just the idea?
Do I love you
because my mortal eyes can’t see what’s really true?
It’s funny how we’ve always known each other,
while at the same time been strangers
This is more than just finishing each other’s sentence
We don’t even believe in coincidence
with each risk to take
It’s just changes to accept
and a halfway to be met
(Jakarta, 19/12/2015 – 8:24 am)