Kapan kau pulang
Di luar hujan
Di ufuk timur ku rajin menunggu
Tapi kau tak pernah terbit bagiku
Kau embun pagiku kemarin dan dulu
Sepuluh tahunku, dan kuyakin
Kau tak terlahir untukku
Tak mungkin kucari yang baru
Sayang aku t’lah mati
Satu jam yang lalu
Don’t you wish you can do all things by yourself, without depending on others, sometimes.
Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious. When you’re conscious and writing from a place of insight and simplicity and real caring about the truth, you have the ability to throw the lights on for your reader. He or she will recognize his or her life and truth in what you say, in the pictures you have painted, and this decreases the terrible sense of isolation that we have all had too much of.