nicofey

~ evae lullaby ~February 16th, 2016 (Midnight) there's a dream about us... where life never stop there's a place where we belong; in nowhere to be found... there's a time when we exist; where there's only happiness... I seek for the void; but I couldn't find one... I dream about us... I dreamed about us... sleep tight my insatiable queen... for that is your accession.

There was some moments in my life, asking if I should go ahead or stop and turning around to find a new beginning. These were one of the worst moment in my life if I can assume (or perhaps the best?). Up until a few time ago I wasn't so sure about my own passion. And then I went to a city which can be called an Art City, because it has many traditional and handmade artworks, such as Batik fabric, painting in any sort of mediums, museums with various historical objects. I walked on an old market that sells junks, but not just everyday's junk, it has a story in every item in there, because they're really really old items, such as rusty gramophone, old statues in many forms (mostly in Hindu's God etc), items that bring back childhood memories (like old kettle from my grandma's house, old clocks and many more like that). Walking in there made me realize that I'd like to create something for the rest of my life, I don't care what it is, I just want to create something beautiful and