5:12 p.m.
wednesday noon —
the balcony
***
the teaspoon that
i twirled mixed
the tea that was
cold for hours now.
it was an endless
one. a loop that
shaped itself into a
circle. of all shapes
i hated it. the most.
at the same time,
i loved it. it was the
shape of wholeness.
the shape i have
encountered in the
past.
it reminded me
of my life. a loop.
i would swerve
away from the
dreams that i once
chased. sleep
forever unto these
walls just because
the world scarred
me. i am a coward.
until i age and die.
maybe i would
regret it or that my
bones are already
numb from all
the pain it has
been.
oh, at least my
funeral will be
beautiful. the
most wonderful
scene in all my
life. yet something
was jabbing at
my mind. hope?
it was restless
to just accept the
thought of me
dying without
ever dancing.
never fulfilling
my dreams that
i created from
crumbs and
scratches.
i should at least
try. try for the
sake of everything
i once had.
***
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Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
Puisi"you and - me, we traversed at the eve of the colossal pages of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of rui...
