Akhir-akhir ini gue berpikir untuk memulai belajar menulis. Tetapi kadang hal yang membuat gue lama untuk memulai aktivitas itu adalah karena gue menginginkan “tulisan terbaik” untuk terpost di media medium ini. Dan ketika gue merasa bahwa gue tidak dalam kondisi baik untuk menulis tulisan terbaik, gue memilih untuk tidak menulis…

Lately, I can say I’m in a battered period. Often meet with yourself to fight. Sometimes I lose, sometimes I win. But if you want to count the number of wins and losses, it seems that I often lose. The fight was not seen by people directly. But the result of the fight (perhaps) has an impact and is felt by others.

At the end of the balcony on the third floor, I chatted with the sky. Why is my life like this? Accompanied by faint indie songs from the room, at that time the sky was very clear. As if I’m telling stories with a star, and I think they’re good friends because I never feel judged by them. I really like the sound in the midnight, like on purpose to turn down the sound just to focus on listening to people with many thoughts like me.

He is Obledo Changing humans forget everything Changing humans only focus on it He is Obledo Always hidden in the night Don’t want people to focus on him Even though the heart is eager to introduce him Because of the pain of keeping this alone He is Obledo Sometimes likes to greet you kindly Sometimes like to curse you with anger Your presence makes me feel imprisoned Hi Obledo Should I receive you in the night?