MAYBE EVERYTHING
(2017)
🔸By: Alicia Lidwina🔸
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Writing Session
No Wrongs (ft. Cyancoholic)
Love Elegy (ft. Cyancoholic)
The Other Me (ft. Nekonoji)
Almost Divine (ft. Nekonoji)
ALMOST DIVINE
(2017)
🔸By: Alicia Lidwina🔸
Falling (ft. Nekonoji)
Looking Back (ft. Nekonoji)
Of Love and Sounds
Whenever I’m alone with you, I begin to hear sounds I usually don’t notice.
Like the sound of raindrops when we were waiting for the rain to subside on our first date.
Or the sound of a truck’s horn when we kissed sloppily in the dark alley, giggling our worries away.
Also the sound of a crying baby next door when we started talking about marriage; about convincing our parents and raising a child.
But among every sounds I have noticed, there were sounds I could never forget, even if I wanted to. They rang true and clear that day, and they ring even clearer now.
Like the sound of your laughter when you were having fun without me–the sound of them making jokes, and the sound of you responding in glee to every sentence.
Or the harmony of violin strings when you took her out to the concert, without knowing I also went to the same performance.
The sound of my own cries when I realized you were doing fine without me.
The cracking sound of threatened hopes and dreams–nurtured with and forsaken by love.
And the sound of my heart, breaking beyond repair, when you told me we couldn’t be together anymore.
I dedicate this post to L,
my true love, my broken Valentine
The One Thing I’d Rather Forget: an Open Apology Letter
My writing career began roughly fifteen years ago.
Fifteen years–that’s a very long time, isn’t it? Certainly long enough for me to commit some very embarrassing writing moments. There should be something; a very over-the-top acknowledgements, crappy novel chapter, or a page from a diary.
木漏れ日 – Komorebi
Komorebi.
I first heard about that word from my literature teacher, roughly fifteen years ago.
“It is a word in Japanese that you can’t translate to English, or any other languages directly,” he explained during class. “A rough translation is the interplay between light and leaves when the sun shines through trees.”
I took a note of that word in my notebook. I wasn’t the type to jot down anything during class, but there was something about the way he pronounced the word that made me wanted to remember it. Komorebi. A Japanese word. Light through trees. I replayed his explanation over and over again until the word stuck to me.
