Walk on Water

Recently, I found my self grew a fond of something new. Well, it might have been exist for a long time, and I’ve already know it from the Introduction of Oceanography lecture. But when the time is finally arrived, and I eventually met it, eye to eye, I can’t help but falling in love all over.

Sand dune.
It is as beautiful as it is. Stretching in the middle of the strait, connecting blue turquoise water in between and made you feel like walk on water.
Yes, meeting you, eye to eye, and dare you to say the words, would be a walk on water.

Another thing is... The sand dune is temporary. It is only available at the time of low tide. Fling mode on. Nothing last forever. And the reality just hit me right there. Even such a beautiful thing like this, will be ripped of from us anyway.

The sand dune in you, a walk on water, and then an on and off mode. Reality Bites.

Picture of Karimun Jawa Islands.

Homesick, cause I no longer know where home is

I’m totally lost here. Right in the middle of skycrapper jungle. I gotta find my way back to the shore. Whereas my ship is waiting, and it is gonna take me away. Somewhere.

Where the sky is blue and every rain has a rainbow at the end. Where people greets me with a warm big smile and a friendly hello. And when the time for party comes, they’ll be all high and cheers, without getting too drunk and ruin the show. We’re gonna be intentionally festive for all day and all night long. I will be invited, and asked for a dance or two, or sing a song or two or just running around with my big fat camera. We will be in my memories, in my memory card, in my hard disk memory capacity or printed and then glued onto my scrapbook.

Where I can lay down at the end of the day, feeling too zen to jump around. Where I have a comfort corner just to stuff information and knowledge into my overloaded little brain. Where there is a window to the world just to see there is nothing between me and the sky. Or the world itself.

Where everynight, I can sit on the porch and gaze at the vast pitch black sky, and all the twinkling stars will smile back at me. They are similar like good friends, you don’t where they are or what they do in the mean time, but you know they serioulsy exist. And you won’t find any words related with loneliness here.

Oh, help me, I’m so lost at the crossroad. All the lights are blinding and no street signs available. Lend me DGPS or something technically correct to find a home. Somewhere faraway or nearby. Where it is a place to long for and a family to share hugs and kisses. Where the sky is blue and the clouds are white and fluffy. Where I can hear the gentle sound of waves crushing into the sandy beach. Where a sunset will paint a perfect picture.

so I lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape I'd find

a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for

- Homesick – Kings of Convenince -

And of course, wherever I can feel your presence in every step and every beat.