Those words come out of a nutshell. Those words come out of a life between lives. Those words you should not listen; in which we betray our consciousness and we still do. We conquer our fear and we get back up again but no, it will always linger like a pendulum. Perpetuating sadness and fear like they are a part of ourselves. It will never stop until the day it really happens.
The moment of crisis, I still remember
The house of shrieking memory
and black clouds
Man crying
Phone holding
And me, trying to make sense
That life is no more than waiting for death to happen.
We all already died.
For me.
That is how I choose to live right now.
Jakarta, 26 Februari 2016, 5:32 PM
(but still..)
sarahannida
