home house home house..

Late night, listening to Bonita's song called : "Rumahku".. 

(you should really listen to her -live is best, anyway- , and you're going to feel like dreaming -a best one-)

Rumahku

(bonita/ boris simanjuntak)

di rumahku
sangkar indah yang nyaman, tempatku beristirahat

di rumahku
istana terpencil yang hangat, tempatku meminta

di sini cinta dan kasih mengalir
namun deras arusnya menenggelamkanku
waktu akan kucuri untukku bernafas
di sini cinta dan kasih tak terbatas, hingga luasnya dunia tak sempat kutapaki

andai kupergi atas nama cinta dan sayang
tidak adalah urusan kata pertama yang hilang
andai kulari atas nama cinta dan kasih sayang
tidak adalah urusan kata pertama terbilang

di rumahku
seharusnya tempat kuberpulang, bukan tempat ku beranjak
di rumahku
seharusnya tempat,kumenumpahkan jiwa, bukan tempat ku menyimpan rahasia

Well..well.. i'm still listening to this song right now (REPEATSSSSS).. makes me thinking..

are you having a nightmare?

hmm i'm thinking that it's like when you realize that you're not actually yourself at home.

wearing such a mask, holding thousands pounds of secrets in your hands.

and when you step your feet at home, you often feels like you'd better be out there.

i mean, in your own home? i don't think it's the way it should be.. 

too much love, also makes you have to run to the farawayland to find another yours :'(

but, shits happens, right?

so it's time for the sweet dream, darlin..

di rumahku
sangkar indah yang nyaman, tempatku beristirahat

di rumahku
istana terpencil yang hangat, tempatku meminta..

 sweet dreams are hopes... or wishes