4 Mei 2016


If this world is a world of boxes that filled with people in it.
You and I will be in the different box, different size, different colour, we're different in every side that we have. 
But I have hope. 
I hope that both of us will leave our box, and meet outside the box, I hope we meet in the middle of this world, building our new own box, even if I actually really love my box. 
But I want to stay with you. 
So I step out of my box, and waiting you there, at the place I thought was 'Our place', but you're not coming. Perhaps you really want to see me, but you want me to come to your box and join you, at the place where I really don't belong. 
So I just wait, cause I thought you're gonna change you're mind. 
Unfortunately, while I'm waiting for you, someone passing by, Take my hand and saying "let's go back to your box, the place where you're fit in." But I can't just leave like that, so I stand still.
But I realise you really don't want to step outside your box. 
Perhaps it's time for me to give up, even I know I should wait longer. But I want to leave.