Wanna Go Out
21.06.03
I hate myself
I hate my heart
Is there something wrong with me?
Seems like nothing's good
Nothing's fine
I wanna run away
But I've no place to go
Somebody please shoot me
Or let me die slowly
Anything!!
Wanna go outta here...
Imbroglio
It should be another ordinary vacation day in Bali for me, but something in the air says something else. From the mesmerizing sunset to the colourful twilight sky that I just witnessed on the beach, I know there should be something special about the day. But my whole day already went on like any regular day... until it was dinner time. "Excuse me," a man softly touches the back of my lower left arm. I glance at him with a plate full of the dish I picked from the food counter on my left hand. My right hand is grabbing the utensils from a smaller counter. I stare at him for two seconds, waiting for the reason of why he provoked me. "Deidre," he looks relieved when I look back. But it's not my name he just called. I stare at him for a longer bit. There is something in his eyes that sends me a shiver. A strange warm sensation that makes me shiver. "I'm sorry, wrong person," I smile, both to cover the awkwardness and to get rid of