eviction day
My muscles aches from packing, my eyes from crying and my heart from longing. I have cuts and bruises all over my body. But I am dead inside. The superficial wounds will heal. The emotional and psychological ones never will.
So, this really, finally, is it.
There’s no turning back now.
This is my equivalent of a court-granted divorce. We’ve all waited long enough.
Menghitung hari
Detik demi detik
Masa ku nanti apa kan ada
Jalan cerita kisah yang panjang
Menghitung hari…
Padamkan saja
Kobar asmaramu
Cinta putih itu takkan ada
Yang aku minta tulus hatimu
Bukan puitis
Pergi saja cintamu pergi
Bilang saja pada semua
Biar semua tahu adanya
Diriku kini sendiri
- Kris Dayanti, “Menghitung Hari”
Posted on January 23rd, 2005 by jl
Filed under: Notable: Personal
goodluck with the move, the phd & the new start
do keep blogging!
good luck
Jikon,
Dear, please take care of yourself, damn worried for you now! I hope going to ANU will help smooth things over and speed up the healing process.
I really do want to catch up before you leave k? Am arranging something with the Ox.
Luv,
Nick
Dear J: I think I echo Nick’s concern. On a lighter note, dear (you know me - crying one minute, laughing the next), you really are an organised packer. Not that I’m surprised, no. But still…wow.