My Words are on The Edge of The Death

My ideas drained

Become brainless


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.