When some people are dying so hard of their longing by waiting around their cellphones, instant messenger, facebook chat, twitter replies, so on and so for;
I am okay by letting my mind wandering along his writings.

For thy words I am falling. For thy thoughts I want to be drown.

When some people start loving by what their eyes see, I start loving by what my mind read.

Manusia jatuh cinta pada pikiran, bukan lagi pada rupa. Atau hanya saya saja?

Mungkin benar bahwa manusia bisa jatuh cinta pada proyeksi: proyeksi akan sosok Ayah, proyeksi akan sosok artis idola, atau proyeksi atas manusia dalam sejarah yang tidak pernah bisa ia jumpa.

Is it fair to love in that way? Is love ever fair? Do we even have any valid points on how we are supposed to love? We just can tell we're in love but never know how to define this existential concept.

To be in love is so blurry. The perpetual longing is obvious.

Longing, longing.
Firstly for your thoughts, then I can't hold to not longing for you.