Who Are You?

When I say, "I am what makes myself," I am not entirely correct. I am, in facts that I find out hard to believe yet are true, a product of my surroundings too. A member of a so-called civilized society of developing country in twentieth century. There is where I started finding myself confused. I learned to enjoying times when I am alone in the middle of strangers these days, which I believe are a good thing to learn. I bend my sleep hour. A little too much, maybe. This sleep-hour bending makes me rarely had a dream. But when I finally had one, I cannot remember even a part of it. And there are much other unanswered questions I'm (still) trying to discover. It all suspended, blended, then takes me ended up into a situation where I can't even resemble myself in front of the mirror. I hardly recognize my blurred-self. I do not understand what am I really are. I asked myself things that I thought was happened to be me. When you read this, you might be confused about what am I trying to say. And that would be normal, for a writings can't express the writer's thoughts if the writer itself are confused about what things are he/she want to talk about.

But I am fine, if you ask me. I am super fine, and on my way to extra fine.



-Yogyakarta, 1 July 2014.