Lampu gerbong neon, suara peron dilangit yang memerah. Selajur cahaya terpantul di bayangan yang kian memudar. Riuh gemuruh bersautan. Seribu air muka. Sorot cemas, mata yang terkantuk, tawa yang meledak disela-sela raut kelelahan. Seribu cerita yang dibawa, hanya satu yang bisa kau tebak. Sunyi tak lantas tergambar dengan jelas. Riuh tak lantas terdengar...
Writing is therapeutic. The painting of the voice, they said. When the sadness can't be ignored, grab a pen, do the catharsis. He became the master of art. A poet, the man of every letters. It became the world of ecstasy, they get along really well, his miseries. Million of words, melancholic stories...