I suddenly remember of Jakarta during November rain.
The smell of rain when hits the sidewalks. The sound of people walking fast in their heels. The colourful blurred lines from street lights and car. The urge of time and the past echoes in my head.
Oh, how I miss Jakarta so bad.
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Malang, November 9th, 2015
In the misted mind
In the misted mind
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