
My ideas drained
Become brainless
Emotionless
No colorful feeling anymore
There’re only 2 colors left behind : black and white
“Monotone!” (Not monochrome)
***
My words are imprisoned
My pen can’t draw beautiful feeling perfectly
My voices disappeared
I’ve lost my words
There’s only 1 thing left behind : death
“Death? What are you saying?”
Yes, baby, my words are on the edge of the death
Yogyakarta, July 14th, 2019-10.11 a.m.