The wind passes by warm and softly just touching the naked skin on a spring evening. In these uncertain times, it seems so surreal. 
 Empty streets, no people around. They are keeping a distance from each other. Life at the moment is so unreal.
 How long will we live in this dream? How many people do we need to heal?

 Will it all be normal again? Or should we all go towards a new ideal?


                                              -D.Widjaja-