The Taste.

I've almost forgot how it taste.

The ice licking sensation i never fond of.

The vertigo. The yearning.

None of those were the taste of you.

Yet, whatever it is.. weakened me.

The Tricks.


You want to know how?
Ask away.

But honestly. Aren't you tired?

Everything were so predictable to you. But really? Were they?

When you preach. You speak out of nothing.
Since you didn't walk down the path.

Perhaps you were projecting yourself at the best place you wish to saw it.

At my end. Don't mind me. It's my nature to think about things.

Owed.

I owed you too many things
Didn't I?

Not sure how to pay them back but...
Thought i am paying.

My heart it turns backwards.
It is even upside down.
Sometimes it would crush
the thing that comes to its spins.

How else am i going to give you back?
Hell i'll get it back together.

Quit being such a pig.


Quit being such a pig! She said.
I wouldn't know how to.
I'm just being honest.
I guess I've stopped loving you.

Old Champ

You know the drill
Through and through
It's time.

On Feelings


Feelings are feelings.

They are chemical reaction based on complexities on how the brain relates to consciousness. What can be considered or resulted as right or wrong is possibly any act taken or given based on it.

D.I.D  I?

If someone else lives inside me
hopefully, it is someone better than myself.
Whom I want to be the most.
Who can comfort you the most?

Unspoken

Let it go
It is for the better
Don't let it get you

Keep running
Don't look back
With all your might

The unspoken it could probably
be our last chance to be unbroken

Words.

Words means promises.

The lies they have gotten too much to handled. But I swear I never pretend things. 

You.. you have known me too long not to understand. I decide too fast like cannonball goes wasted. I need to.. I am always out of time. I fucking need to..  But it is what it is. Excuses. No matter how eloquently spoken. 

The magician have played too many tricks and never got caught. But the observer.. they have traveled beyond time.

Untuk?

"Untuk apa kamu menulis?" Tanya orang itu.
"Bukan untuk apa-apa." Jawabku.
"Lantas..?" Tanyanya lagi, "mungkin, untuk siapa?"
"Ya, mungkin untuk siapa." Jawabku.
"Untuk siapa?" Lagi orang itu bertanya.
Aku menjawab sekenanya, "Untukku."