The rain poured and I was on the passenger seat, half of my t-shirt was wet, mainly on the right shoulder and sleeve. I had every sense to be grumpy but I wasn't. I was pondering, instead. The slow, wobbly shake of the vehicle, the AC and the view outside took me somewhere far, a time travel. There wasn't any specific event, yet I was someone else, I was that girl who was mostly on her feet or buses. If she was in a car in Jakarta, most likely it was her rich aunts or cousins, and that moment I thought I don't know where I'm going to but finally I'm out of my tiny boarding room and I'll rest my body in a nice bed in a decent room. Unlike now, I was patient. I won't lay my hand on my cigarette if they don't know or like to see me smoking. I would be the most pleasant guest, as long as for one night I can experience comfort. By then, I would call it luxury. There could be many random things that act like a teleport button to that version of self. One of...
live real. dream big.