December 12th, 2010 on East Bandung.

Dear Mr. Curiousity,

Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said "run as fast as you can"

You are an expert at sorry,
and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the boys that you run dry
with tired, lifeless eyes
cause you burned them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me,
so don't look now:
I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town 


                                                                                    hope you get the letter,
                                                                                   SINCERELY,
                                                                                   ** amee