Plans are for the ordinary, not me.
It all started at a coffee shop somewhere in Surabaya
Without a plan my feet faithfully took every step leading to this place.
At the top of the hill we counted only on the moonlight
-- M, 2023 --
It all started at a coffee shop somewhere in Surabaya
and all of a sudden we found ourselves singing on the way to the West.
Without a plan my feet faithfully took every step leading to this place.
501 stairs and several pit stops made me sweat and out of breath.
It was full moon past midnight.
Darkness was everywhere in these woods.
At the top of the hill we counted only on the moonlight
to spare us a chance to take pictures.
So here I am, only half lit by the moon
Feeling blessed and joyful
Even when another set of 501 stairs
Was waiting to lead me back down the hill.
-- M, 2023 --
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