The Corner of the Room

That I know you is an entity letting me to see through deep down plenty of things. I remembered that you have already poisoned me to like what you love or to do what you want. I think as long as it is a good thing, then OK. Yet, you don’t stop until now. You are the one who can interfere with my life like this, and the one whom I permit to do such things.

Thus, I am happy.

Rarely did I listen to music. I was getting along with a bunch of works all day long or just being busy with movies. Then, you introduce me with bands and singers that you like and fulfilled my playlist with those items AND push me to hear. I don’t know whether we have same characteristics or what, but those are awesome. I am grateful.

Not only have you interfered with that kind of thing, but also have changed my interest of books. I can say that I preferred reading comics to reading literature novels telling about hard, confused stuff, yet now I have a lot of deep stuff things like that. I can hardly believe this situation. Am I the real me? Did you put something into my coffee to change me?

Today I have a new book shelf at the corner of my room. It is full of books, mine and (some are) yours. There are Haruki Murakami, Jostein Gaarder, Alice Walker, Ahmad Tohari, Pramoedya Ananta Toer, and all cool authors. I call that book shelf: TREASURE.  ^ᴗ^

I found new things around them. It is a kind of mystery when I turn one page to another page as I can fill my brain with great things and develop my imagination and go around many places and situations.

On the corner, I sometimes listen to music (which you recommend to me) while I read an attractive book. Sometimes I just want to get quiet room. However, those moment gives me happiness.

I thank you for interfering.

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