inconsequential

sometimes i think the vast majority of things written here, are essentially, inconsequential.

is there a goal to writing?
to stir one’s soul?

bila baca all those indonesia sufistic/transcendentalist (some pedantic people like to differ those two, but the elements remain the same; elevation of the soul/being), rasa macam gila cool tu.
sastra profetik, kata pak kunto. haha.
but to pull all that off without maiming the reader with your views or facts or opinions or stupid introduction on things that are universally known. ah, how.

to give voice to the universal silence.

but, here we write just to jot down the thoughts we choose to write about.
even writing is selective.
we write when we are feeling absolutely blue, sedangkan ada je saat saat yang menggembirakan.
and vice versa.
so you come across in your writings as the ultimate brooder.
but in person, otherwise.
expectation vs reality.
poets writers aren’t all enigmatic or as appealing as they come across in their books.
boohoo.
shattering illusions.
a plateau of imagination.
things are better of unknown and unseen.
beauty isn’t in the eye of the beholder.
beauty is in the mind of the beholder.
beauty is what remains veiled, but exposed enough to be noticed.
it attracts, but does not want to attach, not just yet.
perhaps they are grooming themselves.

he grooms while he blooms
now he is the flower of evil itself
that wretched rouge
a servant to prolonged boredom.
i weep for you, dear.