Suddenly I want to be a fire, go ahead of the sun, burn snow in your head, so that your desires will no longer be broken, because they have been disturbed by the drought for too long. Flowing, wetting daydreams, reuniting pieces of hope, which had been running wild, had no compass, no guidelines
I also want to be a fire, burning heads that will by all means cut off the heads of others. The most feared head, whose left hand carries a tare to weigh, his right hand carries a sword, tightens who is delicate who is presumptuous, without being asked to talk
The heads who determine the voices, which he says represent the voices, but will now behead a voice that is not appreciated how much
Where did you hide the explosive fire? Or, have forgotten how to turn it on, ditenakan by showing off a sticker on the windshield of his father's gift: We are yellow jackets. Or being warmed behind an elephant's back, due to the cold ground of Parahiangan. Or engrossed in fun so the lecturer killer fell in love on the blue campus
Suddenly I miss being a fire
