Tighten chest,
gasping for an oxygen,
even though it’ll never get enough.

Time is running up,
something running behind us,
we running for our life,
ruining every memories we barely know.

When the clock stop ticking,
and when your hopes keep failing,
I hope we stay walking
at our own different paths while crying.

Gold string of words get ruined from how everything turned out.

I’m hoping the best,
for me.
The worst,
for you.

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I stayed up
late night
at 11.14 pm

A machine in front of me,
surround me with noise of blast wind,
letting my hair touched their rhythm.

My mind was tangled,
here and there.
I want to leave all of it behind,
but I realized that all of it were part of me,
that I can’t get rid of.

I hope everything get better,
for me,
and for the moon.

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The flower has died.

Seconds passed,
numerous petals fallen down again,
without any reason.

One spring passed,
ground getting dry,
wind becoming an enemy.

Do you get it?
I’ve done every phases,
and now come to a conclusion: Why I shouldn’t waiting for hopes.

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Sky became clearer today.

It’s been a long time since the almighty sky showed it face.
It looks sad but relieved at the same time.
The wind was so smooth.
Finally the storm has passed away.

Another day with monstrous storm will come again.
But at that time, the sky know what to do.
It looks so confuse but gained strength.

They laughing at how vulnerable the sky is.
But it know how to find it’s joy alone, by itself.

Cause she have to make her own rainbow. Not even the one that has offered by someone.

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Skepticism will help you.
It’ll save you.
You don’t know when to turn your life away.
So you don’t have to go through that hell pit.

Everything happened for a reason.
But your dumbness always makes you suffer forever.
Chin up and look.
How far you’ve come here.
Don’t throw all of it away just for a scanty thing.

Storm will come and get you no matter what.
You just need to stand tall and hold still.
It’ll passed,
because it’s just a phase.

A phase that you don’t need.
A phase that you have to keep out of your mind.

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I’ll stand tall,
no matter what before me.
I’m gonna support myself
and only myself.

No need to beg
for other people to support me.
Cause if they do want to,
they will.

I love myself,
when I hear my own inner voice.
The unheard voice,
it became louder these times.

I know I’m gonna regret it someday.
Well, at the end of the day, we are gonna regret everything.

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Never believe on mixed signal
A lukewarm treat will never be a good intention
Mixed signal, lukewarm action
Only lead to nothing good.

A warning
So I shouldn’t ignore every tiny red flag

Fall asleep with both eyes opened.
Stay alert so I don’t fall even harder
than I should.

I like it.
The punishment phase,
knowing that everything will ended soon.

All of the happiness, sadness,
and drown into numbness all over once again.

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