The curls at the ends of her hair are perfectly shaped
the half ponytail was parted on both sides of her hair straight, tied with a colour that complimented her hair’s.
It looked as if
she had spent hours doing, undoing and doing it.
As if she was never happy with the results that came out of her own two hands.
It seemed to me like she would manage the move of every strand of hair,
she would watch her hair over her shoulder like she was watching for an enemy who would come for her from behind.
She is beautiful
and it is her sorrow that made her breath taking.
written at Museum Affandi, Jogjakarta
on August 23rd, 2017.