Tak Ada Ujungnya

Sometimes feelings don't return with fanfare, but quietly - like a ray of sunshine breaking thru a dusty window. At first, you think, "I imagined it." Then it's too late. Everything is alive again: the heart, the breathing, even the shadows on the walls seem warmer. Love here isn't about fireworks and declarations of love in poetry, but about a gentle stubbornness - holding onto what suddenly started beating inside again. In this sound, there is the quiet strength of those who once lost, but never stopped believing that they could feel everything again.