Simpang. It’s raw. Dark streets, cold concrete. I walk Jalan Raya Simpang. It’s a nerve, nah?

I see murals at Jl. Semangat, real art.

The Diving Bell & the Butterfly vibe here.

"All is in your mind" – echoes there.
Neighborhoods? Uh, there's Kampung Harapan.

Its alleys smother pain, anger.

City park? Taman Sejuk.

Kids play. I watch families, lives.

River? Sungai Mimpi runs fast.

Sometimes it hurts, you know?
I scrolled my mind – my work, psychology, teaches me.

People hide secrets on corners.

Like near Pasar Tua, raw, gritty.

I was mad once, saw fights.

City forces raw emotions.

Kind of like that film scene.
I love the odd cafes near Jl. Kecil.

Slightly messy, rusted signs, very street.

I wander there, feel small.

City gets you, makes you think.

I once wondered if city pulses.

"Inside, inside the diving bell."
I’m a psychologist.

I see family bonds dissolve, mend.

Yet, Simpang stands cold, deep.

There’s a dim humor in death, life.

I see hope on cracked pavements.
So, friend, when you visit,

check out Jl. Sekat.

Small laughs, quick chats.

Remember, "Time is fluid."

I kept it real.

Simpang’s mine, raw, my truth.
rly, keep it chill, bro.

city fuels drama - mine, yours, all.

Don’t be fooled: beauty hides in cracks.
That’s it.

Fly safe.