Each day gone by, I see faces surrounds me, cold and flat like an abandoned yard. 
My heart was empty and my fingers were dry. 
Those people are my reflection, tired and dull of a long awaited call. 
The soul have lost its half. 
If only there's another day to chase the corner of those spinning lights splashes in the sky - I could have seen you. 


If only.

- Bandung, 2013