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It is the simple things in life that make me fly. I find my zeal of breathing — living in my little pleasures. When I’m drowned in music, dance and songs I’m lost. I am not of this world. I am in a bottomless pit where I just float in space, curled up in sheets of cloud.
For a brief moment I am alive. For a split second I am who I wanted to be. Call it fantasy, call it daydreaming but there was no teeny tiny part of me that want it to end. If I could choose, I want to live like this for the rest of my remaining days.
I am dancing, I am jumping, I am sweating, I am singing, I am dreaming, I am in another land and time.
And once again the stars are with me.
This stage of mine has been conquered, again. Of all the land I have trodden on, along the million days I have had to endure, I find the little time to peace and passion. The lights are on, the music is set, I am about to embark in a world different that yours. It is small, it is intangible, but it is mine and mine alone.
And in a moment like this, it is so easy to give in. I want to be sucked to that abyss and never came back. I want to find that door to the fairy land.
And in a different land far and away, I see the lives like mine where people are living life like my little world each and every day. The people who have made it. The people who have chosen.
I want to be with them. I want to be one of them.
I am still sweating, I am still singing. But it’s time to retreat. I have to go back to this world called reality.
But my little world will always be there, waiting for me to unfold and make it tangible…
Jakarta, December 16, 2005
3.02AM
—For that stage of mine—
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