again, still dont have any mood to write something (really) important. Eehhm, maybe I have attacked by a weird virus called “imagination” (kyaaa help me to make sure that Iam normal !?), today it does happen again, I wrote some words in a piece of paper (that used to be my working note). Living nowhere Being unknown Writing in such a quite room Reading millions of books a day Oh I wanna be free Walking down the street Breathing a fresh air Capturing anything around Seeing the beautiful sunrise Flying into high blue sky Oooh I wanna be free Learning playing a guitar Eating when Iam hungry Sleeping at a quite night And wake up in a new day Again seeing the beautiful sunrise Oooh I wanna live free Is this looks like a song lyric or a poem? Whatever. Surabaya, 16th October 2012 still, a lil bit melancholy,