Dum Medium Silentium

What is the smallest item  we can find at home? Is it the teaspoon for teatime, the Aircon remote control, the keychain of the front door, the cubes of seasalt for cooking, the garlic powder in the kitchen drawer, or the dust on the spotless TV table? I wait for you to say yes You're drinking water after munching  unsalted potato chips 30 seconds have passed "Babe, it's us the smallest part. We're built by infinite atoms: proton, neutron, electron, and calculations from both perfection and imperfection. Our heart sometimes light and heavy, abi?" All my life I've been searchin' All my life I've been searchin' Now I find you I'm searchin' no more* Mr. Eazi's single - Legalize is on our Spotify We're heading home and the city lights are blinking Jakarta, July 2026

I own nothing. Literally nothing.  I neither own my clothes, nor my bags nor all the money in my account, nor the perfumes with the touch of exotic scent, nor the blanket that coats me with beautiful dreams and the solid hours of sleep, nor the stable signal from the wifi, nor the electricity that keeps my rooms cold and comfy nor the phone calls from Mom - Dad - fiancé - sister - brother - friends - colleagues - boss nor the journey I've been walked so far So why bother to be afraid of losing things when everything doesn't belong to me.  I own nothing, literally nothing.  Not even death which tastes bitter. Not even lost which fears me. So why it feels so heavy when things don't please me Do I even own my own feelings? I think but all of those things spiraling in my mind, I don't own it. What can I do was to be present, to acknowledge that I belong to something greater to my knowledge (that actually doesn't belong to me).

7.30 a.m. has become a significant moment Fo me, twas time to put myself together The kids would be arriving to say hello and play They insisted that was their main duty And I would be with them asking deeper questions and examining the real world How about you, my love?  For sure I would know twas time for you to rest To untangle your weariness, to tuck yourself into the bed, to let the night soothed your mind and soul Then, for us, did it have meaningful messages? My love, you brought winter, spring, summer, and fall to the table The moment when we talked, I saw life in your eyes The energy shone through your face It spoke the spirit to keep walking even if the pebbles hurting our feet along the journey I saw nothing but hope in your smile, in how you showed your presence Dear my love, I wanna know How did I look in your eyes? What was your insight about all of me in particular? What message you would deliver when we're miles away?  Would you still hold my hand and face hard...