Ayahnya Menghilang, Artis Marshanda Tulis Pesan Haru soal Masa Lalunya

And we’re only together in a few of old photographs.

We are together as one, very vividly, in my memories.

However you are. Know, you are forgiven. You’re doing your best every single time.

Don’t ever feel like a failure. You’re not.

You’re my dad. And I love you so much more than you know.

I accept you.

With all your beauty and all your flaws.

This moment i hope you feel this. And remember me. And smile again.

If forever is what it takes to remember you, than I say it’s ok.

If having you means having you only in my memories, it is okay. I am grateful.

Thank you for spending the first five years of my life being the warm, funny, loving person that you were for me.

Thank you. For being born, for still being alive in your nonexistence in my life.

I accept you.

Your past. Your journey. Our story.

I hope my love gives you a bit of joy in another breath you take.

After reading this letter I made for you.

Unggahan sebelumnya, Caca menuliskan puisi untuk sang ayah.

Puisi romantis yang akhirnya menuai perhatian dan pujian warganet.

Begini puisi karya Caca:

We are all truth seekers

We are all looking for validations

Everlastingly

Tell me Tell me

Have I done it right

Have I done it wrong

Tell me Tell me

Have I fit into the standards held by as many people I can grasp

Give me more

Give me more

Approvals

Listen, hey listen

We are all expresionists

We talk not to be doubted, argued

Listen, hey listen

We all need to be heard and understood

That’s it

We announce that we don’t care

But we contradict ourselves yesterday and years ago

And once again just today

We like to think we have the answers

Look here I said Look here

I got the best answers containing the highest truth

I hold the truth of everything you are wondering, oh dear truth seekers

Look here I said Look here

We all think we know

Until we admit that really, we don’t

Until we admit that really, we are fucking clueless

And that should be okay

We don’t need to climb

We don’t need to try

Living up to what We think we’re suppose to be

And this should be okay

I don’t need to run this race

In this illusion called “my life’s mission”

That are man-made

That is self-made

We like to make believe

In creating something that we think we should create

To paint colors that are way too familiar

Also colors that are way too new and strange it makes you think you’re extraordinary

We want to know we’re special

We want to make sure we’re right

We want to find the answers

While making others believe that we know everything to everything

And then comes this skeptic

This oh-i-know-it-all little observer

Trying to write a poetry about human nature

Thinking she’s going against the current

She likes to think she holds the answers to everything

She looks for validations, everlastingly

She is showing up

Proving, climbing, trying

To be everything She thinks she should be

Make herself believe in the illusion she called “my life’s mission”

Living it up

Living it up

Living it up

Thinking she’d know everything

If she keeps on searching

Until the day she realize

She just needs to stop

And just breathe into her own being

And just sing along with the melody

And just be

Present

Alive

Carefree

No metrics, No standards

No Knowing Everything

To be ok

To just Be.

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