the virtual me

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey 

Tell me did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated? 

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there 

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey 

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land 

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there 

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you’re wrong

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had … and me 

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way? 

Tell me did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated? 

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there  

kadang yang gue butuhin cuma 1 hari kosong tanpa perlu mikirin apa-apa.

1 hari kosong tanpa kuliah, pikiran-pikiran tentang SOOCA, pikiran-pikiran tentang UAS, pikiran-pikiran tentang organisasi, tanpa belajar, tanpa rutinitas lainnya.

1 hari kosong dengan buku-buku bagus, susu vanilla dingin, angin sepoi-sepoi, dan sahabat yang baik.

1 hari penuh kecengoan, kepongoan, ke-absurd-an.

walaupun kami hanya diam, ngeliat langit, ngobrol-ngobrol ringan, sibuk dengan khayalan kami, atau sibuk dengan buku kami. gue tahu itu yang gue butuhkan.

1 hari untuk tersenyum dan tertawa, tanpa harus takut terlihat bodoh.