I didn't know what my favorite thing in the universe back then.....until I started seeing him and found a scattered beautiful piece the world offered me in coincidence.
He brought me to my very own melancholia I'd always tried to refuse, pretending I was the happy girl who would never let dramas and tears going my way, soaking up in forced smile believing it was real.
You know, it was. But somehow, he let me be vulnerable enough I could finally see a different version of myself, the one I never knew I had. He introduced me to long cold nights feels fast, bright skyline from the hill among darkness, the cruel world and my own damned self, my raw self, and deep conversation about everything and nothing, all at once.
He reminded me of something I'd always had but never realized, something which actually soothes me better than anything else.
He re-introduced me to the splendor of my long-lost best friend, my tranquility, my shelter,
my favorite thing in this universe, my name,
stars.
He re-introduced me to the splendor of my long-lost best friend, my tranquility, my shelter,
my favorite thing in this universe, my name,
stars.
There once a time I hated my mom for giving such name, 'Bintang'. I know it has a beautiful meaning, but Bintang.....mom I hate that name. But now, Bintang is slowly becoming my favorite part written on my identity card anywhere.
I just realized I love stars.
They are hope, symbolic idea of purity and sincerity. They crashed, burned, and exploded, but they shine ever since. They are there, in all the blackest black the sky might be. But they will always be there anyway, coming every time back and forth to put on lights and colors. And I think, they can be the best-est best friend everyone could have, if only they let them, because of that. They will never leave you, no matter what.
They are hope, symbolic idea of purity and sincerity. They crashed, burned, and exploded, but they shine ever since. They are there, in all the blackest black the sky might be. But they will always be there anyway, coming every time back and forth to put on lights and colors. And I think, they can be the best-est best friend everyone could have, if only they let them, because of that. They will never leave you, no matter what.
Every time I look at them, I feel relieved. I feel tiny but whole. What comes next is an unbeatable serenity, a sudden peace, and a heartwarming feeling.
Stars will forever be my best medication.
Stars will forever be my best medication.
If only I had the chance to meet him again in such spontaneous midnight short trip chasing sunrises, I would ask him to come with me to where we started, where I began to tilt my head up to the sky in amazement to discover again those endless beauty.
Not to recall nor repair what's been broken, but simply to thank him for re-connecting me and my name, me and the universe, through stars.
Not to recall nor repair what's been broken, but simply to thank him for re-connecting me and my name, me and the universe, through stars.