Vania's

- I hope you are lucky.

and i sit, sitting in silence

embracing the gentle morning breeze

with a friend called coffee

i am in love with this little paradise

- pure bliss.

there will always be a box

consist of your past lover

inside that no matter

it’s being showered with

so much love

it will never melt away

because you have built

it very strong that no one

not a thing

can even break it.

oh how sad

poor her

who have tried so hard

willing to give up the concept of time

to melt it

all for a heart that will never

fully love her.

- the effort that was in vain

such merry-go-round with limitless coins.

the movement harming your thoughts

with limitless insecurities.

- Cause & Effect

the smell of cigarettes mixed well with despair,

agonizing seconds,

no one

not a single soul

no one

where?

but you are too deaf to figure.

she speaks in irrational languages,

the angel of death with his three black horses.

he was always running away and best at ignoring my soul.

then last night we finally met and i told him about my perspective of seeing life as a series of punishment and death is a gift,

then he nodded and only responded,

"soon, you'll get your gift."

i guess he likes me waiting.

in every time the moon shines, standing brightly all alone,

every time the sun is about to set in an orange gradient,

every time the stars shimmering your darkest hours,

every time the wind gently kisses your skin,

and every time the wave hits the shore.

then tell me why tongue-tied is all i get every time your hand glides down slowly searching for mine to intertwine.

and why i get voiceless every time my fingers gently caress the curve of your back.

— a goodbye to my muse.