kuharap kaki barumu tidak akan lelah berlari.
kuharap luka di kakimu sudah pulih sehingga kamu bisa berlari jauh.
kuharap kaki barumu bisa mengajakmu berlari ke pelangi tempat yang mau kita tuju.
kuharap jalan yang kamu lalui sudah diaspal dan rata.
dan kuharap, kamu tidak perlu terjatuh lagi.
karena hidup tidak selalu tentang berbicara. bekerja. berencana.
aku tidak berenti untuk berusaha. hanya intensiku sudah tidak disana.
kapan kamu kembali ke ‘rumah’mu? ingat jalan pulang, ingat apa maumu.
aku tidak kemana, masih ditempat yang sama. tetap berusaha, meski dalam diam.
aku ingin ketenangan.
kalaupun kamu menyadari dimana rumahmu, kembali. kemari.
jangan pergi lagi.
teruslah berlari tidak perlu kau hadapi.
kubur semua benci, siap dengar caci maki.
jangan sekalipun kamu berhenti, apadaya kalau jalanmu habis nanti.
hingga sampai saatnya tidak ada tempat menapak lagi, kamu terpaksa menghadapi, dan aku sudah pergi.
sampai jumpa, sayang. baik-baik ya.
you must write what you know
you can write what you do not.
you must write who you are
you can become someone else.
you must honor your story
become a great storyteller.
you must write yourself.
you can write anything else.
sankofa, nayyirah waheed
dedicated to every poc writer who is told our stories are invalid and worthless. we have details that make the planets melt, and weep, and dance. believe. excavate. tell. hold those ‘insignificant’ things that you are ashamed of up to the sun, and behold you. hold you. uncover. sweep through yourself, look under your eyes, behind your arms, inside your laughter. write about the fragrance of your tears, how your hands tell you things, the way your grandmother likes you to sit with her. every detail of you is something, is precious, is immeasurable. you are your story. sci fi is not created in a vacuum, our imaginations are also a part of our soul, be who you are in this world and the worlds you create. there is a magic that transforms talent into incredible art effortlessly, and it is simply the honoring of who you truly are. you.
someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.
All she wanted
was find a place to stretch her bones
A place to lengthen her smiles
and spread her hair
A place where her legs could walk
without cutting and bruising
A place unchained
She was born out of ocean breath.
I reminded her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself
into hearts that have no room for themselves
Do not thin yourself
You do not bring the ocean to a river’
No two things are exactly the same, so are the twins. Like Bara and Bira. Bara with its playfulness, excitement, and shyness , while Bira with its maturity, romanticism, and popularity.
However, together, they become one perfect thing: beauty.
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