(Post dari blog lama. Iya, dulu sempet punya blog tapi udah bangkrut, terus tutup)

The — so called — sun’s nowhere to be seen.
Weirdly I could see, still.
Bet my eyes don’t really need that goddamn mystifying fireball to operate.
“Guess nobody cares whether or not you’re alive, Mate!”
Wait, the lines rhyme. How cool. Glad, you’re still there, brain!

The coffee had too much sugar in it.
But I liked it, anyway.
Oh that wasn’t the reason why I didn’t gulp all of it down.
There’s no reason, actually.
Or Reasons.
There’s only things.
Because the path of a sailor has been laid out from the start all the way to the beginning.

Oh, I hear something.

“The sun is fast falling beneath trees of stone.”
“The light in the tower no longer my home.”
“Past eyes of pale fire, black sand for my bed.”
“I trade all I’ve known for the unknown ahead.”

The light-less face inside my head is reminiscing this song.
Ignoring the half-empty glass in front of me. It was too sweet.
The song tells a story about a traveler. A wanderer.
Left her hometown to dare the untold, not-yet revealed reality.
A reality that was about to mingle with her own.
I hope she was doing fine. I can only imagine what it was like.
Or, can I?

The song ends with “Not all who wonder or wander are lost.”
This makes me wonder.
Is it really needed to link what she was going through with the word “lost”?
Why can’t we just see her journey purely as the word itself?

Journey.

She was not lost.
Not because “Not all who wonder or wander are lost.”
At least that’s how I see it.

She was living.