POEM & SHORT STORY

If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.

And here i am. A form of combination. An odd to your thought.

You were my butterfly The reason I felt high It was something i’ve been wanted to try I felt new, …

Never are/ Never were We, is not in dictionary // Is it my logic/ Is it my heart Or should i …

“Much of your pain is self-chosen…” Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as …

It’s just a screen but it’s a happy machine. Because when i dig deeper my mind feels super. I am …

This is how it should start. An end. Alone without a friend. It’s not why, but when. Then everything comes …

Take a chance, i’ll understand. Because we’re the same, i can feel your brain.

That is crazy, you said. Can you find something human? It isn’t something, said I. It is someone.

Forgettable That’s what you are When you are not far And you did say hi But your presence is raw …

It took years for the flower to grow, and strength to carry it slow. It takes time to create a …

Tak pernah sekalipun bersua atau bertatap mata, beradu suara, Tapi mengapa rasanya kok senang saja saat ku berusaha mereka, mengada. …

The biggest gift, is imagination. At least that’s what’s been keeping me sober everyday. I was born under French name. …

Too much things sprinting in my head. Swimming through my nerves. This has to stop, before i forgot everything completely.

Then: people hold hands. Now: People hold their cellphone. Has real intimacy gone?

I love diaries. It brings memories, creates happiness, invents imaginations. It’s like, the bible of life 😀

Tons of music before i go to sleep, to accompany me during my night shift. Thank God i ain’t deaf …

I bleed fantasies, drunken by pixie dust. Ground hasn’t been touched for decades, clock’s ticking calling an early start | …

Missing knot has been found, sharp scissors lies in hand. Forget them not is a question in mind, just be …

I love it when you play silent and there are no one else alone. Because your silence is my imagination …