The Lost Soul

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December 6th : When you got what you want and clueless what to do next.

A night is still young when i look at my apartment window, to the city light of Jakarta, an Indonesia's NYC. Where a lucrative life stands proudly beside the ghetto. A city u have to conquered to prove that you are cool enough to sip the wine in the hippest lounge, wear your killer heels, and spend all your money for the sake of envious eyes of your hometown 'it' girl, who's stay there doing a 'snobbish business as usual' and their 'dirty laundry'.

We have, -from our 24 ish eyes- conquered it. We're out of town, we're here sipping the finest wine and expensive beer in the hippest place in town. At our age, we've made our own money (maybe) more than the girls in our hometown. We've got the position, we've got the title, we've got the money to be wasted.

Now i close the curtain, covering the city light which doesn't give me a happy feeling. Just a flat feeling i can get from buying a vegetable from a grocery.

I lost the soul when i need it most.  Empty. 

There's one thing for sure that money can't buy. A soul.