bright lights, new city, new people.
jakarta needs to be given a chance, i know.
but sometimes one just can't help comparing.
i like to watch transitions of cities,
awakening from the depths of night and slipping into the cloaks of dusk.
a good view never hurts anyone.
i feel like a floating bouy pushed at the mercy of currents.
yet, always feeling that slack anchor line tugging at the bottom.
jumping ahead of ourselves, yes, a day at a time.
mr big, your time has passed.
finally eh?
always daddy's girl.
jiLL divulged at 7:48 PM 0 Comments