photography nico wijaya
I never really aware whenever the sun hides, disappearing from the sky. Maybe because I was asleep at home, or busy reading at the ice cream parlor. But when I stand outside today, with only some little shade of sun rays in the air, I apparently missed to feel the heat. I asked the cloud to move themselves and let the sun out to say Hi, but they weren't responding. They probably think I'm selfish, to beg for the sun alone for good. But the sun and I, we're the same loner born between thunders of emotion and waves of amour devotion, caught ourselves in hailstorm where tears are rainbows and smiles transformed into dew. It must be lonely up there, shining your strength out for others... With only few of them would look up and whisper a little grateful words or bless. I'm down here stepping the ground in fine fettle, yet to recall the desolate emptiness a sun would see, I'm one with the worst ache to heal.
outfit Maize pale pink top / NOONA ethnic Navajo-print full skirt / Emit Poise cross-necklace / Forever New bag / Bellagio golden-chains loafers