At night, you would probably went back to Jackson Heights and eat Thai foods or Korean foods, bought some wine or soju and headed back to her home. The street of Jackson Heights were starting to get quiet, but your stomach is full, your heart is warm, and you were holding her hands - and you would be happy, for wherever you are in the world, as long as you're holding your hand you know the world is such a beautiful place to live in.
So this is my plan: #30DaysofStorytelling. Writing has always been therapeutic for me. I love the time I spent readings, researching, making myself a cup of coffee, lighting up my cigarette and pour my worries into writing. There's a moment of silence inside my head, wherever I am, when I decided to write. That moment of silence is my safe haven. The time and place where I could converse with myself and pour out my feelings without having to fear judgment.
"This is who I am, I am unapologetically filled with fire and passion and an endless yearning to live life to the fullest. I will cry with the world and I will laugh with the world, and maybe just maybe with my passion I can make the world just a slightly better place."
"Don't be scared, love, wherever you're going, I'm going too. No matter how far you go, when you look back, I would always be there. Have a good day my love, I will see you soon."
"Lantas, akan jadi apakah kamu? Babak dalam hidup yang akan terkikis waktu atau rongga kosong dalam jiwa yang tidak bisa tertutup selamanya?"