and life begins… again, in the morning. air becomes cold your body. it’s again, never stops. as usual, morning never choose anything. it comes to everything, including this street; Jalan Percetakan Negara X, Jakarta Pusat. the crowded place with many people live here.
and life begins… again, in the morning. when i grew up there, on Jalan Percetakan Negara. with renting little house. i take the deep breath, so deep. feeling the smell of morning. in this smoky and crowded place. yes, you just only get the great breat in the morning here.
and life begins… again, in the morning. with little birds that hard to be caught. with the “WARUNG KOPI” that always busy. ahh, i know this is the corner of Central Jakarta. the most crowded… the dirtiest place you can see. and i grew up there. then now im missing it.
and life begins…again, in the morning.