Biarlah kepada huruf-huruf ini saja aku mengadu
karena bibir ini terlalu kelu,
dan hatiku tersedu-sedu menahan pilu
entah karena rindu
atau karena kita tak akan pernah satu
Kupikir aku setegar batu
baru tersadar olehku
betapa lemahnya aku
di kala berhadapan dengan semua tentangmu
Kasihmu adalah canduku
namun semua sudah berlalu
meninggalkan ku termangu
memohon dipulihkan oleh sang waktu
Countless teary nights I've been through
Tired of holding the secret that no one cares about
With all of my strength keeping this feeling only for myself
Because I'm the thing that may not appear, yet hurt inside
I always get haunted by the idea that I'm worthless
I'm probably just like a bottle of cold water in a fridge
Which you just pick up when you're thirsty
And left when the wine is served and friends are around.
The fake smiles and brightless eyes have been the decoration of my face
Strong legs have been my only friend to keep moving
To kill the times and drain my energy
So no chance for the haunted night to torture me again
I wish I could fall asleep without thinking much
and wake up with the new sunrise.
Spending sometimes in a coffee shop has been one of my "must do list" when I visit a new place. I think coffee shop always has a certain charm.
So many people enjoying the time here.
The lovers, friends, social groups, business partner, or even individuals.
The combination of the smells of coffee, the sound of the coffee machine and the classy and comforting background music becomes the addictive ingredient that you won't get when you make your own coffee at home.
Can you also imagine what's in every individual's mind when he/she sits there? I'm always wondering about that, as well as, how many ideas have popped up through group discussion or individual's contemplation. How many deals have been agreed in a coffee shop? How many works have been done in a coffee shop? I believe there's always a philosophical reason behind a coffee shop. That's what make a coffee shop has its soul, I bet.
I consider a coffee shop is a romantic place as well, either with your partner or just with your books. Even when you're broken hearted, just bring your books, your earphone, and order a warm mochaccino and sit there until you're tired and sleepy.
See how magical a coffee shop is? I wish one day, I can have one!
