Dear Jakarta
Remember that day? That day started with the unheard voice saturated finely under my feet as i paddled through the bus station looking around. The birds, they are real. The plate number on the front of the cars, they stated your name. The townfolks, they are busy with their coffee, books, luggage, glasses, masks and with something i am unfamiliar.
When i hit the ground, first thing first you are different. You are fast , prioritized , and vibrant. I try to pack the road but you are round, like a circle i meet no end. Like a fast moving cloud, it was sent by the wind. It brings back the sun, brings back hope.
So what am i looking for? you may ask. A love lesson, maybe two. From the building, the workmates, the strangers, the light tower, the train station, the heavy wind, the cold gaze, from everything. The lesson about unrequited love for myself, for the people around me, for life itself. You are the majestic town, more than equipped to teach me so.
You are not the home to return to, yet a home to stay. Until then, i will wander around you, follow the footprints left on the ground by people, recreate my own premises and reject all of others percepts.
When thats the case, will you take me for who i am?
