Galadriel

A wildflower · 13d

do you know Galadriel.. that such a great thoughts. it is so comforting to think that some things are just meant to be felt rather than understood. yes it is, felt! you need to read that book, Galadriel. you’ll love it. and there is so much more about Wiji Tukul but i’ll speak about it later.

right. but i am somebody and you are somebody, too. even if you just some guy i’ve met down in the street. i would give you a short letter like this too, Galadriel. so can i approach you..

It is comforting, indeed. Maybe we’re not doing it wrong. Maybe it’s just like this. Thank you for listening and for sharing your thoughts also. It’s been lovely! And yes I’ll be up for that.

Of course, we are somebodies the way we are nobodies. We’re so little in the grand scheme of things but we can give meanings into our existence. You are free to drop by anytime, Wildflower. Though, right now, what I can offer is mere company with a pair of ears to listen.

Galadriel · 12d

A wildflower · 13d

i love hearing your thoughts on Wishbone, Galadriel.. the narrator make a wish in the end but don’t love me in a way i understand. indeed i know nothing, but we all know how. aren’t we all? if you love Wishbone, Galadriel.. would you try to read White Nights by Dostoevsky? it’s not a poem! but 'longing', i only thought of the two of them. and ah, Darwish reminds me of Wiji Tukul.

Galadriel.. i believe that love, in any form, is so much deeper. even if it comes from a 'devil,' it can still hold meaning and significance. love isn’t something that goes to waste; it just.. transforms us in ways we might not understand like Wishbone.

Galadriel, to come to you or talk to you, here, anywhere, in the nowhere. i need consent. would you still talk to me.. because i am nobody—i am just a young lady who loves poems and any literature. i do love movies. but once again, i am nobody, a humble woman who also loves talking. perhaps, thinking? tell me, Galadriel.. (again, it seems to me i shall never be tired of calling you Galadriel)

I’ll have to agree. It’s easier to understand how, instead of what. Some things are, indeed, meant to be unknown. Undiscovered. Unnamed. Unsaid. But perhaps after all we’ve been doing it. It’s been around us. And that’s alright to not know any of it. Surely, Wildflower. Putting the book on my list and will get to it once I get the time, this is a promise. Then, anything I should know about Wiji Tukul?

Perhaps. Perhaps. Love, however brief, however unjust, is not a waste. Then again, who are we to speak of love and the devil, right?

I am quite literally just some guy you’d meet down the street, Wildflower. Bet you can easily find me in anyone else. Though, I’d have the pleasure to welcome you around. Feel free to drop by for a sip of tea or coffee, whichever you prefer, and a talk, of course, shall you favour a company. We can be nobodies.

Galadriel · 13d

A wildflower · 13d

you love Wishbone so much, don’t you? I love Siken. The blood and broken glass, to express the emotional scars that come from being in such a relationship, do you think so Galadriel? There's a sense of struggle throughout. A thought of love, the idea that love can be both wonderful and destructive. It makes you think about how love can sometimes feel like a battle, where you have to choose between holding on and letting go. but I don’t know about love, I don’t know, Galadriel. But I knew, “ I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say I’ll give you anything / But you never come through. / Give me bullet power. Give me power over angels. Even when you’re standing up / you look like you’re lying down, but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to / tie your arms down?”

I love Darwish. His reflections on dreams and loss always leave me thinking. I love Kepada Hawa by Aan Mansyur, too! I used to think about it, a lot. Imagine, Galadriel, ketika iblis mencintai Hawa lebih gila dari apapun. Dari siapapun. Dari Adam. Dari entah siapa.

I have to share! I am excited!

Wishbone is more than just a poem to me. It’s something I have injected to my very own veins. You keep saying I owe you, I owe … but you say the same thing every time. Let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk. Because what do the words mean when they’re just words? Said for the sake of saying. But what about love? I know nothing of love, too, Wildflower. I know nothing of it. Maybe it’s meant to curse as much as it’s meant to cure us.

Darwish taught me something about grief and longing that I’ve never known of before. It’s like a bullet, his words. One that is beautiful as it is aching. What a soul.

But tell me, Wildflower, if a devil were to fall in love, would it be reciprocated? Would it go to waste? Would it mean nothing?

Galadriel · 13d

A wildflower · 13d

wildflower, emerging unexpectedly out of nowhere. thank you, Galadriel. i envy your brilliant name.

it’s a rhetorical question! because what poems would you like to bring, Galadriel? (it seems to me i shall never be tired of calling you Galadriel.)

Yes! I’ve always liked Wildflowers. They add beauty to the uncharted territory.

I see… in that case, it’s Wishbone by Richard Siken above everything. Then we’ll have A Soldier Dreams of White Lilies by Mahmoud Darwish, Kau Membakarku Berkali-kali by Aan Mansyur, and Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc by Dante Émile. These are all I have so far. Looking forward to hear what you think of them, if you’d like to share.

Galadriel · 13d

A wildflower · 13d

hey, galadriel.. mind you to show me your favorite poems? or books..? probably, movie!

will you come if i told you such a strange place.. somewhere.. in the cave?

lol (shaking) my first attempt to talk to you..

Hi, Wildflower. I envy your courage. I think it’s admirable. Would you like me to come first to this strange place you have mentioned? I have a few poems/proses in mind.