If the clear sky stretches and the reddish horizon seems to lie over the Makassar sea, you can see, an hour from where you squint, an island that looks ashamed.
You know, when he holds your hand and asks you to pose for the camera; death wouldn't bother you if you didn't have to leave a trace.
You think that you can't turn your back on the world -you still want to see the OnePiece series come to an end, you want to walk around Pangkaleang Hill, you want to perform Radiohead songs in front of 500 people, and you want to see the lice that have eaten part of your leg skin.
You need one thing: Confidence. That what you're doing right now is enough.
And if that day comes, when you hold her hand, you don't have to worry, one day yoo’ll be dead.